If I ask you to send a message to another doctor’s office, especially for something like a surgical clearance, or EKG records, don’t you think - maybe, just maybe - I’m going to follow up on it, when I point out that the surgeon’s office has been waiting on this clearance for a week, now?
When this is all happening after you’ve “already notified them of the clearance on Wednesday” don’t you think this might indicate that the message got lost in the cracks?
And for the love of tacnuke grenades - don’t try to snow a former snow artist. If you start your conversation with me, after being informed that a patient’s family is raising Cain with the business office, by telling me that you did the least important of the things I’d nagged you about this morning. It only highlights that you’re trying to present yourself as effective while you scramble to figure out why the message you apparently left with someone Wednesday has gone nowhere. Oddly enough, saying “I don’t remember whom I spoke with at the office,” does not assure me that you spoke with anyone. I don’t expect a name, but usually when I talk on the phone I can give a gender. And if I’m in CYA mode, I would.
Finally, if I’m calmly complaining that the surgical clearance hasn’t been received by the surgeon’s office - don’t you think that, instead of emphasizing that you just faxed the EKG results, I might be happier knowing the clearance got sent, instead? twitchtwitch
The last thing I need, now, would be for my mother to have some kind of breakdown, too. Dammit.
Landscape design software - for my purposes, I need something better than the scooters of software, but I don’t need the Ferrari of software; unfortunately, there is nothing between scooter and Ferrari. So I will be getting the equivalent of a Ferrari, to run to the grocery store and back, because all the other programs will only go halfway to the grocery store. As you can probably guess, the scooter software costs about a hundred bucks, and the Ferrari software costs $1800.00. Sons of multiple bitches. Oh well. I’ll have an extremely powerful program on my mac after I buy this program; maybe some day I’ll even need it.
Or the people who park half-assedly, so their car is diagonal in the space and hanging over into the next space. :mad:
I see spaces like that sometimes at work, which annoys me. A parking space (ANY!) is like gold, and has been, for years because we’re so overcrowded. It’s to the point where people have been known to *triple-park * and the tow trucks make regular rounds.
I have one for AAA. But only for one issue; apparently they have put out a book with listings of hotels and their rates in it. This is not a problem. The problem? The book tells people that our rates begin at X, which is a relatively very very low number. We are at the height of summer season and I’ve gotten several calls where people complain that the book says we have X rate, but I can’t give it to them. If you book for spring or fall, then we can get you a rate more like the one you want. Right now? Um, no. I do not have that sort of authority. Please believe me when I tell you that I hate it as much as you do.
I call once, and after giving my CC# at least twice, the call center person asks for additional documentation because I hadn’t used the card in several years. Bwuh? I used it last month! Then she reads off the last four digits of the account she’s dealing with, which doesn’t match with any of my CCs, let alone the HSBC one. Duh.
Then I am transferred to security, where somehow I am party to someone else’s conversation…just as the other customer is reading off his SSN.
It appears that a small child (and presumably it’s mother and/or father) has moved into my apartment complex. I can tell this since I have heard it thumping around and screeching since last night. I realize this is just what children do and I don’t blame the child per se, just the evil fate that has caused me to have to deal with it. Apartments in Japan have virtually no insulation, and thus no sound-proofing so I can hear my next door neighbor having a conversation with her friends at normal level if they come over. Before, the only people living in my apartment were young professionals who seem to be work-aholics (I never see them) and no one really has friends over since people don’t do house parties in Japan. It was wonderfully, blissfully quiet, despite the fact that my walls seem to be made of paper. But now the thumping and bumping and noise-making is near constant. I don’t know who to feel worse for–myself or the poor bastards who actually have to live in this tiny, one room apartment with a small child.
Fuck fuck fuckity fuck. It is annoying enough that I would genuinely have thought twice about staying in Japan if it had happened earlier. I can’t overemphasize enough how non-sound proofed these apartments are. I don’t blame the new neighbors per se but I’m not feeling all that neighborly, to be honest.
I’d like to pit all restaurants that have televisions in them that aren’t sports bars. See, some of us have husbands who like to watch the pretty colours and movement, and can’t have a conversation at the same time. I’m going to start bringing a book with me when we go out for dinner; if I’m going to be ignored all dinner, I might as well be doing something I enjoy while I eat.
I hate this because I can’t ignore it. If it can’t be avoided, I’ll ask my dinner partner if I can sit with my back to it. (I don’t have a TV at home so my defences aren’t built up.)
Several weeks ago a telemarketer called me about my mortgage. They lied to me at the time and said they were doing a survey so I (stupidly) gave out the amount of the mortgage and our household income. Then she transferred me to her supervisor and he tried to get me to switch over to them. I told him I wasn’t interested and that I had been told it was just a survey and I didn’t appreciate being misled and that it was a waste of everyone’s time because I am not interested in switching lenders.
Now the fuckers will. not. stop. calling. We get a call every few days or so, saying that we enquired about a mortgage and every time I tell them we’re not interested. I am slowly going insane. I got another call a few minutes ago and right now I’m so mad. They lied to me to get my information! The next time they call I’m going to see what is the worst, most evil thing I can get away with saying, and then if that doesn’t work I’m just going to start screaming into the phone.
We do have a version of the DNC list which I just signed up for (thanks for the reminder! I meant to sign up but it kept slipping my mind). I had assumed the “survey” was a way for them to call me under the inferred consent exemption but checking the Australian DNC register it turns out that even if they did have inferred consent I can get them to stop anytime.
Apparently it takes 30 days for my registration to be activated, during which time they’ll still be allowed to call me and hear my banshee shrieks. Aaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh!
I am visiting St. John’s Newfoundland. On the plane here I spoke with a couple natives, both saying the seafood here wonderful! I figure it probably is being that it is a fishing town on the water etc. Out of four dinners…I had to send back three. All over cooked or burned. WTF. Hopefully tonght will be a winner so I won’t be a winer
Do you have an answerphone? If so, just leave it to pick up the call. Usually if they hear the click of a machine, they hang up automatically 'cos they know you’re not there. Works every time for me!
On the subject of mini-rants, I’m leaving my job on Friday. I have been trying to write handover notes for the poor soul who’ll be taking on this poisoned chalice (probably an unsuspecting temp) but I keep getting pulled off that to do other jobs that my two managers think are “urgent”. Err. Hello? I’m leaving on Friday and there’s nobody to take over this job. Which bit of “handover notes are your priority” am I failing to grasp because you sure as hell didn’t mean what you said?
You grumpy swine! Did you arrive there unannounced? Did you go there to discuss something important? More important than your friend’s child’s peace of mind, or happiness? Ask can you talk in another room if it’s bothering you that much. :rolleyes:
