Subtle Glow

my stubborn will, is learning to bend...

Another Thought

Filed under: Sorta Daily, Pondered Thoughts, random — Lily at 6:27 pm on Wednesday, May 11, 2005

My doctor’s office has a 15-minute window to hold your appointment.  If you aren’t there and checked in 15 minutes after your scheduled appointment time, they force you to cancel and reschedule.

Just thinking:  If I only have a 15 minute window to get to them, shouldn’t the same rule apply to them in regard to my time?  Why should I arrive 5 - 10 minutes early, only to still be waiting 30 minutes after my scheduled appointment time?

I’m generally on time - often I’m even a few minutes early.  Shouldn’t I get something if they run late?

Except I don’t really know what should happen if they miss the 15-minute window.  I mean, THEY would force ME to reschedule.  It’s not like I can ask for my 15 minutes back. 
My son’s pediatrician hands out stickers at the end of each visit.  Hey, I like stickers, too you know.

It all comes back to this:  People are assholes.  Most of the time the office is running behind because of all the patients who came in before me and were running late.  I think those patients should be forced to do some filing or copying or something to help out the girls in the office stay on time the rest of the day.  NO, I know - how about they can just explain why everyone else waiting to be seen has to wait even longer.  “Hi, just wanted to let you know they are running about 20 minutes behind today.  It’s my fault, I’m an asshole and didn’t give enough of a shit about my actual scheduled appointment time.  I breezed in here and demanded they drop everything to serve my needs.  Just so you know.”

Then they would get a sticker before they left.  Their sticker would say “I’m an asshole.”

Quickie

Filed under: Sorta Daily — Lily at 6:27 pm on Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Do you ever get annoyed when you are walking to your car and you see some lazy-ass who is haunting your spot so they can take it as soon as you leave?

I usually don’t care, but I’m particularly cranky these days and it just bugged me to feel like I have to rush to get out of the space, when I could see several spaces available in the very next row over.

After I left I drove down the road a few miles and realized something that made me laugh. 

How many times do you get a little annoyed at being rushed out of your parking spot, only to get in your car and hurry down the road?  It’s like once we get behind the wheel everyone ELSE needs to hurry.  But how dare you try to rush me while I’m ON FOOT FOR CRIPE’S SAKE! 

hee hee.  People are such assholes.