Why is it that my scheduled 20 minute OB checkups ALWAYS seem to take about an hour, of which, at least 35 minutes is spent waiting around reading whatever freaking reading material is on hand, usually ancient issues of Vogue and Elle that I read the last time I was there?
Happens at my OB's office too, every other visit or so is a long wait. Last time it was because he was in surgery. That's the thing about OBs, they have a lot of sudden calls to the L&D room. It annoyed me, but I kept reminding myself that one day I'd be the call.
Squeee! Pink! Furry! Capelet!
Have I mentioned lately how pleased I am with this current trend for pink faux fur scarves, wraps, and accessories? Because I am. I think they look fabulous with severe black gothy Victorian clothes, and they confuse the hell out of my cow-orkers.
Happens at my OB's office too, every other visit or so is a long wait. Last time it was because he was in surgery. That's the thing about OBs, they have a lot of sudden calls to the L&D room. It annoyed me, but I kept reminding myself that one day I'd be the call.
Next time, I'm totally bringing a book. It's not an obnoxious sort of wait, like those at a general practice (the ones where they say be here at X hour and don't be late, and then you wind up sitting in the waiting room for an hour with a bunch of other disgruntled peeps before a random doctor who doesn't really care what's up puts you in a room to wait for another thirty minutes), because everyone's really sorry about making you wait, but I'm getting sick of the magazines.
It's adorable. We had some tiny ones at the store the other day in all sorts of colors. One of the boutique women must have brought them in.
That's a stole, dammit.
Huh? No, the one I'm squeeing over is a capelet. Covers the shoulders, has a collar-thingie that buttons. I have a stole in pink already, and it's just like the purple one you linked to.
I've had doctors that bleeding to death might get you in in an hour rather than three.
I am charmed by Jilli's story because I am massively allergic to some fragrances and every place I've ever worked, the response has been, "So? Suck it up." The idea that there's a workplace that would do something about it is wonderful to me.
Don't worry about it, Jilli, because if you're not allergic, you can't tell. Most people seem to think they have a god-given right to wear whatever perfume they want, even if it means they leave a trail of people behind them needing CPR. The fact that it you're worried about other people proves once again that you're far superior human being. Just stop wearing that particular perfume and send an e-mail saying, "I know that fragrance allergies are dreadful things, and I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier that I was bothering anyone. Please let me know immediately if I'm wearing something that bothers you."
See? Ginger offers Jilli the exact same advice.
We are discussing making my hair a rich warm chestnut. I am pleased, yet bemused.
::runs in:: Deb, congrats on your tv thing! That's so exciting! Here's hoping someone tapes it so I can see it later. Good luck, honey.
The idea that there's a workplace that would do something about it is wonderful to me.
All government/public buildings in my province are Scent Free zones.
