That really bugs me, too. I bill my time out at $35 per hour - I wonder how they would respond to me sending them an invoice for my time that they wasted? Doctors/specialists/dentists get busy, sure, but this idea that their time is the only time that is worth anything just gets up my nose.
For fuck’s sake! Why does the self checkout care if I put my item in the bagging area? I already rang it through, I’m gonna have to pay for the damn thing. It weighs all of half an ounce and the scale can’t register that.
I just gave myself a papercut with a wet wipe. What the crap?
I don’t usually get upset enough to pit, but here I am.
My husband and I have been actively trying to get pregnant for 26 months with no success. After a number of issues during the first year with getting anywhere with the regular doctors, I finally got in with a great GP and she referred me to an RE clinic.
The clinic is in a hospital and is overseen by a regular Ob/Gyn. She has five residents working with her and they see her patients. My current resident is fantastic.
There are two aspects to this: I had an abnormal Pap and needed a colposcopy, and I also am now at the point where they are doing more then just blood tests to try and diagnose my fertility issues.
The trouble started when I received a letter from Alberta Health stating that I had had an abnormal pap last year and needed a colposcopy. This is fine, but I received this letter almost a year after I had my Pap done, so it was very upsetting. My new RE resident was just as pissed and went to the clinic and manually put my name in the list so I could get in ASAP. I had my colposcopy on Dec 30.
On Dec 28, I received a letter stating that I would be going in for a diagnostic laparoscopy (and two other related but minor procedures) on Feb 1. The letter had instructions to call today for my intake time and instructions.
During my colposcopy, I told them that I was going in for this surgery and should probably be sure I’m not riddled with cancer prior to it, as I’d have to cancel it. They said no problem, results are always in within 4 weeks, but they’d put a rush.
I called on Wednesday to check in because I still haven’t received my colposcopy results. She said she hadn’t seen anything and would check and call me back. No call to date.
I called this afternoon to get my intake information, and I’m not on the list. This is when I completely broke down. I tried to get ahold of my RE resident, but their offices closed at noon. I called the hospital operator and begged her to call the chief RE, as she’d have been doing my surgery, but since she’s not on call, they won’t call her.
I left work early and went to the hospital where the Ob/Gyn clinic (where the RE resident is) is and of course, no one was there. The lady in charts came out and looked at my file and although it says I’ve been referred for the laparoscopy, there is no date in my file. So this sheet for the surgery on Feb 1 is a mystery.
I am upset because we’ve been trying for 26 months. I was getting prepared for this surgery on Monday and had taken three days off. My husband is away right now and won’t be home for another two weeks, so I had to find someone to come with me and take care of me. I was scared but excited to maybe get some insight into what is wrong with my stupid reproductive organs and move forward, but no.
I am so tired of trying I feel like giving up.
I’m pissed that I broad-brushed 4 states’ worth of drivers earlier in this thread and not a single person objected. Either the people from those states acknowledge their lack of automotive skills or no one read my post. 
I know it’s the Pit and all, but hugs to you EmAnJ. I hope they get their shit together sooner than ASAP.
I pit my body. What the hell is up with it? Why, why, why am I getting sick so damn often?! Headaches, upset tummy, and throwing up. It’s really cutting into the enjoyment of life. Slogging through work while feeling like crap does not make me very productive!
Jeebus! Cut it out. I was healthy, what the hell is UP?!
Attention, fitness club attendees: PLEASE clean up after yourself! Who do you think you are, Leona Fuckin’ Helmsley? At home, do you have a maid to trot along after you and pick up your stinky damp towels? There are three laundry bins in the locker room. Apparently, although you are here for the exercise, it’s too much work for you to carry your dirty stuff three feet. No, you’re too special and can just drop it on the floor to get in everybody else’s way. Moron. Oh, and while you’re at it, maybe you could stop leaving dirty bandaids, disposable razors and other personal items I will not mention in the shower stall? You must be quite the slut. I bet your home looks like a garbage dump. Or else you’re just a selfish bitch.
Attention, my cow-orker who works in the center area of the office (you know who you are): I’m working pedal to the metal here, through my lunch hour and after 5:00. I just asked you to do three simple things, things that you were hired to do. It is not acceptable to do a half-assed job of the first one and nothing at all on the other two because you’re too busy, but you’re not too busy to kibbitz and gossip with the biddy at the next desk. You know, it’s a small business, and if the company doesn’t do well, we could all be out of a job. Your slacker ways are not going to help boost profits and maybe get us a decent raise next year. And while I’m at it, there is no reason whatsoever for you and the aforementioned biddy to be collaborating on each other’s work. You have completely different jobs. Shut up and mind your own fucking business.
Attention, my digestive system: This lymphocytic colitis bit is getting more than a little bit old. Nearly every other digestive system in the universe just digests food and absorbs excess liquid and lets the rest of the body get on with it without requiring eight fucking Pepto Bismols a day. I’ve about had it with the incessant dumping of muddy feces at short notice unless your regular demand for bismuth is met. What do you want, huh? Remember that colonoscopy a few years ago? That sure was fun, wasn’t it? Especially the preparation. Oh, yeah, you felt useful then, didn’t you? Maybe you liked the doctor’s nice little probe snaking around? Is that it? You want another? Well, fuck you. No, wait, that’s not what I meant. Um. Damn you. Yeah. Just shape up, willya already. Please?
That is all. For now.
Cable company: Today’s appointment was for between 12:00 - 4:00. It is now 4:45 and no one’s here yet.
When I called your customer line shortly after 4:00, it did confirm that the appoinment was for today. The nice lady at the other end also said that she’d send a message to the Technical department that I was waiting, and wanted to know where our technician was. Still not a peep from anyone though.
Bonus rant: Since all we wanted was an additional cable box to hook up to our HDTV, this appointment’s only necessary because you decided to close your office in our town. Now your nearest office is 20 miles away – so I can’t just drive down there and pick up the box as I could do before. Fuck you for that too – if you’re going to be the cable franchise in town, you should have an office here!!
Have you seen a Doctor? Because those sound like symptoms, to me.
I’ve been to the doctor, but for other um…girl problems, for which I now have to have surgery.
I’m hoping that whatever it is, is just a bug. Several of my co-workers have been struck by the same thing. It hits you, you think you’re better, and then wham, there it is again.
Trust me, if it keeps up, I’ll be seeing the doctor.
My wife’s birthday is Wednesday, so I went 'round to Kay Jewelers in the mall today, to see what I might find. The shop was empty, save for two gentlemen and a lady manning the counters. Here’s how the scene played out:
Lady: Hello, welcome to Kay Jewelers! May I help you find anything?
Me: No, thank you, I’m just looking.
Lady: Would you like to register to win some free jewelry?
Me: No, thank you.
Lady: What, just before Valentine’s Day, you wouldn’t like free jewelry?
Me: No thanks.
(literally ten seconds pass)
Lady: So, can I help you find anything? Or are you just looking?
Me: Well, I was just looking.
And then I walked out of the store, adding over my shoulder, “Was!” :rolleyes:
So, I called Sprint friday morning to cancel my service, since I got a phone with T-Mobile months ago and haven’t even turned my old phone on since then. The guy I talk to says it’s all taken care of, he set my account up to close, no problem.
Today I get an email saying my bill is available. Huh.
I call up Sprint to find out what’s up, since I didn’t have anything owing on friday and dude didn’t say anything about any bills. Turns out it’s the bill for Dec - Jan, so fine, okay, I can understand that since I still had their service then. Oh but wait, since I canceled my service three whole days after that billing cycle, I’ll be getting another bill at the end of February. For service I don’t want and fucking canceled, because of three fucking days.
The best they could do for me was take off the text messaging package so that bill will be $5 less. Seriously? You’re going to charge me a full month’s service because I called you three days late? Oh but gee, I can use the phone that hasn’t been turned on for months as a backup, so I guess that makes it better.
Assholes. I’m sure they don’t give a shit since I’m not their customer anymore, but that’s ridiculous, especially compared to my boyfriend’s experience with Verizon, who waived 3 months of late fees for him (yeah, space cadet) when he canceled with them.
Having had flamboyantly** gay Scout leaders as a kid (who were excellent role models, and not at all pedophilic), I was dreading my son joining the “new, less tolerant” Boy Scouts. But, y’know, NO ONE here cares. Every leader, parent, and scout I’ve met thinks it’s a stupid. bigoted rule. And they all just ignore the handful of xenophobes who made this policy.
You always could do what I’m doing as a leader: Make your own purple --or even pink, but I have too much testosterone for that-- “uniform”, with standard BSA patches and a homemade “Diversity Merit Badge”* on it.
*(why, yes, it IS rainbow-colored. And vivacious, darling…)
Wait… I thought it was Ferngully.
Actually, we finally saw this last night and when the Blue Chick showed up I yelled *"Save him, Pocahontas!"
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(“Yelling” in this case means “fake yelling with barely any sound coming out”, so that my wife couldn’t quite hear… and pick up on how cynical I was feeling.
Anyhow, I join many here by mini-ranting about the cardboard characters. Hey, SF directors (Lucas, Cameron et al): Hire. Some. Actual. Writers.Comedy Central - “This video is only available in the United States. Go to The Comedy Network to see videos in Canada.”
The Comedy Network (after five minutes of painfully slow loading - “I’m sorry, we couldn’t play that video. Please try again.”
Fuck off. Just play me the goddamned video (both of you). Canada is not some internet wasteland - we have more plugged-in people per capita than the entire friggin’ world. We watch ALL of your television on our tvs, we buy most of the same commercial crap - why on earth can’t we watch videos online that originate in the US? Is it about the terrorists? Do the terrorists win if someone in Calgary can watch a Jon Stewart video online?
If someone wants to make my day, they could find me a video of Jon Stewart interviewing George Lucas on January 5th, 2010, that doesn’t re-direct to The Useless Comedy Network. Except people in the US probably won’t be able to help me, because you won’t know if the video has a re-direct or not.
Fox TV, I know that sometimes you have some episode from earlier in the series/season that you just slide in. I can understand this. However, running an episode of Fringe that has Charlie alive and kicking when I KNOW that both he and the shape-shifter that took his form are dead destroyed my suspension of disbelief. Try to have some continuity here, assholes!
Here’s a handy hint:
Don’t call me up because you’re too fucking stupid to know how to log in to facebook, repeatedly shout at me that ‘[you’ve] done that!’ when I talk you through the process, shout some more when I prove the problem is with the user by logging into your account, then hang up when I ask what the fuck I’m supposed to. Bonus ‘piss the fuck off’ points when I come to your fucking house to see what the fuck you’re blathering about and discover that the cause of your fucking problem is that you’re too fucking thick to type your fucking email address properly.
Thanks a lot for spoiling that, stretch.
:rolleyes:
Actually, I’m just kidding. I don’t know from Fringe. Or care, for that matter. I’m not really sure if everyone else is so sanguine about the subject, though.
Shape-shifter?
That’s when you log into their account and change their status to “is too fucking stupid to log into facebook.”
I’m enjoying that clip right now, in the good ol’ US of A, ya hoser!
I keed…I keed…