To borrow a phrase from the Scalzi dude, "argin fargin"....
I have started this week in a deplorable fashion and seem to be stuck
in the mire. It ain't lookin too awful pretty at this point,
guys. First off, I seem to have started to speak in swahili or
some other unknown language to these here parts. An example of
this can be seen by a brief re-cap of yesterday's visit to the Doc's.
Receptionist: hi, can I help you? (pointedly ignoring the
drug-rep, who was trying to juggle multiple boxes of various sizes
filled with samples, yippee!)
Me: yes, I'd like to make an appt. I'll need it for the
first thing in the morning because I'll have to have a blood draw.
Her: Well, we don't make appts on Tuesdays.
Me: ...k, today is monday and I don't want the appt for today, or
even tomorrow, it's just that I need an appt that is first thing in the
morning, because I'll need a blood draw.
Her: You can just walk in tomorrow.
Me: ...K, I don't want to compete with other walk-ins. I
would like an appt. I need it early, because I need lab work,
including blood work.
Her: Would Wed be ok?
Me: Yes. (BIG SMILE)
Her: Ok, morning or afternoon?
Me: Morning, preferrably first thing in the morning as I need to have blood work.
Her: Well, there isn't an appt avail until 8:40.
Me: ...K, 8:40 Wed morning is great.
Her: I'll write that down so you don't forget.
THE OTHER RECEPTIONIST: hey, don't forget to put it in the computer this time ok?
Me: (silently eyeing the drug-rep who has now managed to stack
all the boxes and is observing this exchange with a rather amused
expression, i would have been amused too, had it not been so damn
Her: Ok. Name?
ME (I give my last name, and spell it)
Her: Oh wait, is that your last name?
Me YES (NO ONE EVER HAS THIS NAME AS A FIRST NAME)
Her: Oh, wait, have you been seen here before?
ME: yes. I see Jayne Hare. (cuz it is a multi-practicioner facility)
Her: ok, (muttering, jayne hare, (my last name, including spelling it out) appt date and time) Now, what is it for?
Me: (blinking rapidly and breathing with a maximum amount of control)
She prompts me, "What's the appt for?"
Me: Well, it'll be a check-up, including a blood draw, amongst other things.
She finishes with a flourish and looks downright proud of
herself. I prompt her for the appt card that she is still
holding. Then I ask, "Are you still in training?" (I'm
thinking THAT was a stupid question, but apparently not.)
She gives me a puzzled look, "no, I've been here 3 yrs now."
The day did not improve with the propane dealership encounter.
It's days like that I wonder, "Is it just me? Have I begun to cycle inappropriately...?"