So today, I really wanted to cut somebody. And with the time of year that it is, one would assume it would be a lousy paper that drove me to thought, but it was actually the disorganization of a hospital.
Today I was suppose to have my asthma test. They called me themselves on the 13th and scheduled it for today. But apparently, that was a lie. While I have the incoming call in my cell, apparently they did not actually schedule anything. So I spend 45 minutes sitting around while they figured out that they had no record of me, didn't know what I needed done, assumed it was the clinic's fault. When I was leaving, I was shaking and trying not to cry with rage. It is the week before finals and I've got a lot to get done. I could have finished a final with that 45 minutes so I was freaking pissed. I was trying not to freak out on the poor receptionist because it wasn't her fault, but oh my I sure wanted to.
They called me later this afternoon to apologize and reschedule. So I am now doing it on Thursday which sucks because that is when I finally start getting papers. I was polite, but I could not resist the back handed comment that while getting off work was not an issue there was no way to get over the lost of productive time.
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