So I wasted three hours of my day today going to see a doctor, and in the end I wasn't even treated.
It was a shrink, to be honest, and it's a good thing I'm not a full-blown wackjob, because the whole thing was stressful enough to make even a healthy guy crack up.
I get there at 10:45 for an 11:00 appointment. I asked the receptionist if the Doc was running on time. She smirked.
Not a good sign.
From past experience I know he runs behind schedule, so I bought a SportsWeekly on the way over.
At 11:25 he walked into the reception area and took in a patient, the first since I'd arrived.
At 11:31 that patient left the building.
At 11:39 the doctor came in chatting on his cellphone, laughed, and left the room.
At 12:07, with my SportsWeekly read COVER TO COVER he took in his 10:45 appointment.
At 12:29 I was fuming. He came in, fumbled around the reception area for a minute, and then cheerily announced : "Daniel, you're next. Right after Gary here."
Oh, he** no.
I stood up.
"The hell with that. I've been here 90 minutes and I'm done."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, minus any trace of actual regret.
"No you're not, you're always making patients wait. It's damned disrespectful."
I stormed off, but made a beeline for the receptionist to officially cancel, lest I be charged.
No lie, she closed the glass in front of me, complete with 'receptionist at lunch' sign.
WTF?
I suppose it's bad form to freak out in a shrink's waiting room, seeing as one flick of their pen puts you in Nurse Ratched's bad grace's.
Still, what an a*hole. And imagine what it's like for the poor woman across the waiting room the whole time; obviously disturbed, probably incapable of standing up for herself, and quite blatantly disabled.
Reckon the doc believe's it's A-OK to treat the patients like cra*, seeing as the worst they can do is howl and drool, heh?
Oh, my bad. Sorry for being capable of thought and action.
A*hole.
