What a cranky bunch. I went there today to get my x-ray results. The lady at the sign-in desk could have been less helpful if she tried; she certainly wasn’t trying to be helpful. She had one of those attitudes like, “I hate my job, I hate being here, I hate talking to you, but I’ll be the absolute minimum of polite so I don’t get fired, but you’ll know very well that I hate this job and you.”
So after wrangling back and forth with her a little bit (me remaining polite, honest), she grudgingly admits that one doctor is taking new patients, and her receptionist is not at her desk at the moment. Okay, fine, I sign in to wait for the walk-in clinic doctor (getting a regular doctor was just a side-track since I was there anyway). At 3:40 pm, she tells me it will be about 45 min to an hour wait. No problem - I expected as much, so I go home and putz around a little (I live 5 minutes from the clinic).
I go back to the clinic at about 2 minutes to 4. The regular doctor receptionist is there now, but flitting back and forth and taking calls. I stand in front of the walk-in clinic desk to let them know I’m back (like the sign says to do), and after a couple of minutes of standing there with my finger up my nose, someone finally talks to me. After some more back and forth (with a new crab), it turns out that I was called for my information after I left, and I should have stayed until then.
As I said to the crab, that would have been good information to have before I left (still being polite, but holy moley, are these women antagonistic). She tells me that THIS time she’ll put my chart in order where it is supposed to be, but next time I go to the back of the line. Alright, mom. Got it.
Then I go over to the regular doctor receptionist, who is finally at her counter and not on the phone, and I ask to make an appointment with the doctor who is accepting new patients. She says I will have to call tomorrow, because she only takes appointments until 4 pm. I look at the clock - 4:02. Heavy sigh.
Alright then, I will call tomorrow, because I have done a lot of work on personal growth and I am learning to rise above these petty annoyances. But I’m not really sure this is a clinic worth going back to. Too many crabby ladies. I might have to bust one in the chops some day.
(Oh, for you Calgarians, this is the medical clinic in the Beddington Town Square with the Safeway and London Drugs in it. If you don’t have to go there, I wouldn’t bother.)