Post by glenda on Dec 19, 2011 16:18:35 GMT -5
A quip from Renate 
today has prompted me to share a tiny portion of my day with you.
After you have read this I would like you to reassure me that this sort of thing happens to you all too and not just me!!
I arrived at the doctors on time this morning. Spent 5 minutes drifting around an ice rink (sub zero here!) of a car park looking for a parking space. (When the doctors was built it was big enough to serve the community. Houses are constantly being built and whilst the doctors has extended it has done so at the expense of the Car parking!
) When I finally managed to park I had to risk life and limb on the ungritted pathway to the surgery entrance. Once inside I made my way to the all singing all dancing touch screen sign yourself in jobby. Went through the whole 'are you male or female', 'What's your date of birth', 'Address' procedure. I might add that the screen is in full view of the whole of the waiting room!! To be told 'We cannot sign you in please go to reception'
Two receptionists. Only one open. I joined the queue for the open booth and duly waited. When there was only one person in front of me the other receptionist decided her nails were now of a standard where she could actually carry out some work and opened her booth. No sooner had she done this than the senior citizen from behind me, stick and all found the turbo boost button and shot past me to her!!!
Finally it was my turn. I duly gave my name and appointment time to be told "You are late"!!! 
No Poop(word substitution) Sherlock!!! ;D
today has prompted me to share a tiny portion of my day with you.After you have read this I would like you to reassure me that this sort of thing happens to you all too and not just me!!
I arrived at the doctors on time this morning. Spent 5 minutes drifting around an ice rink (sub zero here!) of a car park looking for a parking space. (When the doctors was built it was big enough to serve the community. Houses are constantly being built and whilst the doctors has extended it has done so at the expense of the Car parking!
) When I finally managed to park I had to risk life and limb on the ungritted pathway to the surgery entrance. Once inside I made my way to the all singing all dancing touch screen sign yourself in jobby. Went through the whole 'are you male or female', 'What's your date of birth', 'Address' procedure. I might add that the screen is in full view of the whole of the waiting room!! To be told 'We cannot sign you in please go to reception'Two receptionists. Only one open. I joined the queue for the open booth and duly waited. When there was only one person in front of me the other receptionist decided her nails were now of a standard where she could actually carry out some work and opened her booth. No sooner had she done this than the senior citizen from behind me, stick and all found the turbo boost button and shot past me to her!!!
Finally it was my turn. I duly gave my name and appointment time to be told "You are late"!!! 
No Poop(word substitution) Sherlock!!! ;D
