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Jun. 10th, 2005 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenFurther adventures in the world of people unclear on the concept:
1) We get unsolicted faxes at the office all the time. As usual, I call the "please do not send us any more faxes" number that's listed on the fax we got this morning. I put our number in and get told by a recording "Thank you for dialing the fax number removal hotline. We'll send you a fax to confirm that we got your number."
2) After nearly a month has gone by without me getting any notice of my blood test results I call my doctor's office to ask what's up. The response from one of their many idiot receptionists? "Oh, do we usually let you know what the results are?" No, pumpkin, I go once a year to give you my blood as an homage to vampires anywhere. I don't actually care about the results, and certainly not as they relate to what dosage of my meds I'm supposed to be taking.
(2a would be her faxing me the results, me calling back to point out the fax doesn't tell me if I need to adjust my meds, and her saying "Well it looks normal to me." to which I waited a long beat to see if she'd see the problem with that statement on her own before finally giving up and prompting her "And my doctor says...?")
(2a addendum: This is a pointed comment I'm allowed to make as first off I do her job but in a dentist's office, so I know damn well that she's not qualified to analyze my test results, plus the meds in question are for the thyroid and being "normal" isn't enough to establish whether or not the meds need adjusting. One can be within the normal range yet still need to take less or more than you currently do.)
(Anyhooo..)
3) Being circled, sharklike by two SUVs in the parking lot who are attempting to get my parking spot when I leave for lunch. Which wouldn't be dumb in and of itself except for the guy in one SUV who put himself in my way so I couldn't go anywhere once having left the spot and who, when I indicated that the laws of physics demanded that he needed to get out of my way if he wanted the spot, pulled his sideview mirror out of the way instead of moving his SUV. This is even funnier in that since I'm in a sedan and he's in a big-ass exention of his manhood SUV the mirror was actually above the roof of my car anyway so it's not like it helped even by those crucial six inches... which I'm willing to bet was a bigger size than his dick anyway.
(Sometimes you gotta take the easy jokes when fate serves them up to you.)
Beyond that I got nothing. Except that you'd think that for a chick as addicted to by the books h/c as I am it would not be this hard to come up with a plotline to put a character in danger so the big strong hero character cam save him. And yet you would be so very, very wrong.
1) We get unsolicted faxes at the office all the time. As usual, I call the "please do not send us any more faxes" number that's listed on the fax we got this morning. I put our number in and get told by a recording "Thank you for dialing the fax number removal hotline. We'll send you a fax to confirm that we got your number."
2) After nearly a month has gone by without me getting any notice of my blood test results I call my doctor's office to ask what's up. The response from one of their many idiot receptionists? "Oh, do we usually let you know what the results are?" No, pumpkin, I go once a year to give you my blood as an homage to vampires anywhere. I don't actually care about the results, and certainly not as they relate to what dosage of my meds I'm supposed to be taking.
(2a would be her faxing me the results, me calling back to point out the fax doesn't tell me if I need to adjust my meds, and her saying "Well it looks normal to me." to which I waited a long beat to see if she'd see the problem with that statement on her own before finally giving up and prompting her "And my doctor says...?")
(2a addendum: This is a pointed comment I'm allowed to make as first off I do her job but in a dentist's office, so I know damn well that she's not qualified to analyze my test results, plus the meds in question are for the thyroid and being "normal" isn't enough to establish whether or not the meds need adjusting. One can be within the normal range yet still need to take less or more than you currently do.)
(Anyhooo..)
3) Being circled, sharklike by two SUVs in the parking lot who are attempting to get my parking spot when I leave for lunch. Which wouldn't be dumb in and of itself except for the guy in one SUV who put himself in my way so I couldn't go anywhere once having left the spot and who, when I indicated that the laws of physics demanded that he needed to get out of my way if he wanted the spot, pulled his sideview mirror out of the way instead of moving his SUV. This is even funnier in that since I'm in a sedan and he's in a big-ass exention of his manhood SUV the mirror was actually above the roof of my car anyway so it's not like it helped even by those crucial six inches... which I'm willing to bet was a bigger size than his dick anyway.
(Sometimes you gotta take the easy jokes when fate serves them up to you.)
Beyond that I got nothing. Except that you'd think that for a chick as addicted to by the books h/c as I am it would not be this hard to come up with a plotline to put a character in danger so the big strong hero character cam save him. And yet you would be so very, very wrong.
