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!

If we got ENOUGH whirligigs, maybe we could set up our own alternate energy system (to power the computers at Buffista Academy?).

Today, not so much good for many it seems. {{Sean}} Fist-shaking for Teppy.

But, Yay for vw!!!

Today has been okay for me. My 2nd and 3rd period classes are pissing me off at their lack of effort on things and ended up having some Talks today.

Then I felt a full-blown migraine coming on. Nausea, the whole works. Tracked down Ms. M who usually has good drugs in her desk. Feel marginally better. Headache, muscle aches are still there. Nausea is at bay.

Then, choreographed the first song of the show I'm directing. Went v. well and the kids are really working it. Made migraine a bit worse, though.

Now, I'm prepping for my 6th graders. Who are total spazzes. Usually fun spazzes, but today, the spaz level will, I suspect, make my head worse.

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...

I did?? I hope I was kidding around, because I would really be a bitch and a half if I had compared your cold to my former bout with pneumonia in a serious way. Sick is sick. It's never fun.

Laga, that sucks. I'm sorry about the fact that you are being put in an uncomfortable living situation yet again. Also, good luck on the game show tomorrow! I wish I could be there!

Tep, sorry to hear about the problems with the doctor's office. I've been pretty lucky with the assistants and receptionists at medical offices over the years, so I'm sorry to hear you're dealing with less than helpful folks.

ChiKat, I hope the migraine leaves quickly. Poor thing.

Shir, I meant to say earlier safety and health~ma to your sister and coping~ma to you and your family.