TdC
Trem's hunky sex love muffin
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- Dec 20, 2003
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ME: I'd like to arrange an appointment to talk to Mr Doctor Man about my presumed hayfever
Nice Lady: I'm sorry, we only do appointments by phone
ME: that's ok, I can call you right now *takes out mobile*
Nice Lady: I'm sorry, we only do phone appointments before 11am. It's now 11.10 am. Please call tomorrow.
Coke Zero : I don't actually have hayfever, and am here to have hot sex with the uber babe / international woman of mystery who poses as a doctor's assistant. In a helicopter. Chasing a jet-boat.
Reality : I leave, go to work and make angry noises on the internets.
I know Doctor's practices are busy places. I mean, there were a whopping two people waiting there when I walked in. I know the assistants/secretaries whatever you call them are busy people. I have a nice lady friend who is one. One of TWO in a super busy clinic. She works on the edge of insanity to get her job done. The nice lady in my story was indeed typing on the computer, behind an inch thick plate of glass. Surely she could have alt-tabbed in to the planning app to squeeze me in?
(ofc I realize my argument is flawed: if I'm writing code and someone/-thing disturbs me that sets me off by hours. I like being in the zone when doing brain-intense stuff like that. On the other hand, a secretary is meant to be able to do a million things at once. ffs.)
Nice Lady: I'm sorry, we only do appointments by phone
ME: that's ok, I can call you right now *takes out mobile*
Nice Lady: I'm sorry, we only do phone appointments before 11am. It's now 11.10 am. Please call tomorrow.
Coke Zero : I don't actually have hayfever, and am here to have hot sex with the uber babe / international woman of mystery who poses as a doctor's assistant. In a helicopter. Chasing a jet-boat.
Reality : I leave, go to work and make angry noises on the internets.
I know Doctor's practices are busy places. I mean, there were a whopping two people waiting there when I walked in. I know the assistants/secretaries whatever you call them are busy people. I have a nice lady friend who is one. One of TWO in a super busy clinic. She works on the edge of insanity to get her job done. The nice lady in my story was indeed typing on the computer, behind an inch thick plate of glass. Surely she could have alt-tabbed in to the planning app to squeeze me in?
(ofc I realize my argument is flawed: if I'm writing code and someone/-thing disturbs me that sets me off by hours. I like being in the zone when doing brain-intense stuff like that. On the other hand, a secretary is meant to be able to do a million things at once. ffs.)