I told my wife, the day I see an actual fucking doctor when my appointment time is, I’ll either die of shock or but a lottery ticket.
In my experience you’re lucky if some not-an-MD is checking your weight and blood pressure within half an hour, but if you’re five minutes late they’re sending you a bill for them doing literally nothing and canceling you entirely. I’ve never seen anybody so high on their own fucking importance while at the same time showing not the slightest smidgen of respect for the time of anyone else unfortunate enough to have to interact with them.
I wish I had a job where I could fuck up the timing of every single task every single day that consistently and still be employed. Not that I would, because I recognize that other people’s time matters.
I told my wife, the day I see an actual fucking doctor when my appointment time is, I’ll either die of shock or but a lottery ticket.
In my experience you’re lucky if some not-an-MD is checking your weight and blood pressure within half an hour, but if you’re five minutes late they’re sending you a bill for them doing literally nothing and canceling you entirely. I’ve never seen anybody so high on their own fucking importance while at the same time showing not the slightest smidgen of respect for the time of anyone else unfortunate enough to have to interact with them.
I wish I had a job where I could fuck up the timing of every single task every single day that consistently and still be employed. Not that I would, because I recognize that other people’s time matters.
Top tip, book the first appointment of the day (specifically request this) You’ll almost always be seen on time.
Now please don’t die of shock now you know this. I hope you survive
Did that.
Doc was 45 minutes late to work.
She was a nice lady but that had me fuming.
I then had to wait two hours for a taxi. I was in tears from anxiety by the time I got home, then had to go back to work.
Luckily I am WFH so no one could see me crying.
That was a bad day!
oof 🫂