I feel obliged to note that the staff at Emmett's pediatrician are helpful, competent and accomodating.

Plus they give out whirligigs.

so I should send flowers to the staff at my doctor's office. They actually do what they say they will,and apologizes when things get crazy. I like them and feel they do a really good job under crazy circumstances.

There are nice and helpful staff at both my gyn and dentist's offices. But assy staff is one reason I left my last gyn.

I feel kind of bad saying that since my mom does this type of work and I know she's great at it.

See, and while I was typing I was thinking "Apologies in advance to the medical receptionist lurkers!" Because I'm sure it's not actually true, it just feels that way.

I've never dealt with ANY doctor's office where I liked the front desk staff. Something about that job just makes people unhelpful and cranky.

I'm sure they get really demanding/panicked/rude calls all day long. Or people who call 10 times a day in the hopes of talking to the doctor RIGHT THEN, or in the hopes of getting test results that aren't in yet. Or who want the receptionist to diagnose them right then. Or all manner of rude/inconveniencing/difficult shit. I know *I* wouldn't want to deal with it if I were them. But that's why, when I called, I gave them all the information up-front that they would need to deal with the problem. I wanted to be helpful (even though it was their screw-up); it was in *my* best interest to get a speedy outcome.

I cease to be helpful when they start treating me like I'm lying or like I'm asking for special treatment, when I was doing neither.

And they NEVER give out whirligigs.

Steph, I say you head down there and park yourself next to that woman and let the ibs kick in. And just smile and ask, "so? you wanna correct YOUR mistake now?"

What? I know it's not practical and all, but it's fun to think about.

Sean, I hope the headache is hangover related, and that it was gotten by having a good time. Somehow I doubt it was both of those, but I can hope. Continued brackets for you! Take care of yourself. We worry.

PixK, I am STILL having lingering crap from that stupid cold, so I feel your pain. But I can't help but remember you poking at my whining and reminding me you went through pneumonia. So, I poke back... BUT, also say, be careful. Dunno if that crap can resurface due to cold. I hope not. Take care of yourself. Take it easy. The version I am getting over saps energy like no tomorrow.

I can't believe that Mom in FL. OMG. Makes you wish folks had to get a license to be a parent.

As far as Guidance Counselors go, my first exposure to one at my 2nd high school totally turned me off to them. When I first moved to Carmel, a rather rural area of southern NY, we went to register at the HS, and she was assigned to me and my sister. We start signing up for classes. First she signs me up for a class I already took, but since Carmel does things in a different order than Fox Lane, rules couldn't be changed. Then, she calls the bus company up to arrange a bus with a lift, as the deep stairwell is quite difficult on the crutches. She gets on the horn and says "We have a new cripple over here at the high school, and we need to arrange special travel arrangements". Something like that. Forget the exact. But it hit on two things that irk me. Cripple. Special. I really don't care for either of those words. Well, "special" in that context. For me, it should be "we have a surprise for this special day for you!". That's cool. But "special needs" just sounds wrong.

oops. sorry. rant-off. I shouldn't have started. No time for it. Back to work.

I want whirligigs.

ETA: If we get enough of them, we can use them to beat some sense into Teppy's doc's office staff.

Steph, I can't say I understood the fine details, but I recognize a "world. WTF" post when I see one. Do whatever you need to do to take care of your health (staring at Sean while typing the last sentence).

Laga... dammit. If you can move without too much trouble, I say do it. No point getting stuck in the middle of a fucked up relationship if you can avoid it. Good luck with keeping the poker face on till Friday, and happy birthday to your mom. Also, if you need me to come over and smack you sister for her choice in men, I'd happily do so, and explain lengthily to her the art of keeping unhealthy crushes and infatuations to strictly fictional characters (arms up if you totally fell for The Joker in the last Batman. Caleb has also warm, fuzzy, possibly handcuffy corner of my heart. I love them like a 15 year old cheerleader loves the captain of her school team: blindly, with absolute devotion, and from far away without any relation to the person they might be IRL).

Now I wanna go and listen to "Number Nine" of The Twilight Singers again, for no particular reason, while having a cup of hot chocolate. "I'm gonna make you blind... yeah yeah yeah yeah!"

Edit: I may have problem with s' now. They keep falling from my posts...

Shir has some good ideas on how to handle Laga's sister. I'd chip in for airfair. BTW, lots of cash prize vibeage for Laga.

I want whirligigs.

ETA: If we get enough of them, we can use them to beat some sense into Teppy's doc's office staff.

If you get the whirligig of time, you can totally bring in its revenges!