Sleep Until Noon And Then TV Show – Yeah, They Really Need Therapy

, , , | Healthy | June 4, 2019

(As an occupational therapist, it’s my responsibility to coordinate appointments with my patients, both in the office or in their home. Sometimes I have to shuffle them around to fit them all in, minding their work schedules and such. I’m trying to find an appointment with a patient:)

Patient: “You can’t come before 11:00 am; I like to sleep late. But 1:00 pm on Wednesday would be fine.”

Me: “I’m afraid that’s not possible, as I have already scheduled another patient at that time. How about Thursday, 2:00 pm?”

Patient: “I don’t know. [TV Show] is running at that time. Can you come later on Wednesday?”

Me: “Not really. The whole Wednesday is full; I have patients coming in from 8:00 am to 6:00 pm. I’m not even sure I will get to take a break in between. So, Wednesday isn’t going to work.”

Patient: “Well, I don’t mind you coming in after 6:00 pm. In fact, that would be perfect. But don’t come after 7:00 pm, because it would be too late.”

(I love my job. But I’m not going to work that much overtime, after a ten-hour day, to accommodate your naps and TV shows!)

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One Call Ends, Another Door Opens

, , | Right | June 3, 2019

(The doorbell at my work is connected to the phones, so the intercom basically calls our central phone line from an extension and we can open the door with a short code. We have two buildings, so it is quite common for us to buzz in coworkers from the other building. I witnessed my colleague’s part of this conversation and he told me the rest later. The phone rings and my colleague answers.)

Caller: “Hi, it’s [Caller]. Can you let me in, please?”

Colleague: “Sure.”

(Before he can hit the buttons to open the door, two things occur to him: first, there is no one by the caller’s name working here, and second, this is an external call. A second later, he makes the connection between the name, the voice, and a customer he had talked to a bit earlier.)

Colleague: “Ms. [Caller]? Is that you?”

Caller: “Yes, of course, it’s me!”

Colleague: “Um, Ms. [Caller], this is [Colleague]. You called me.”

Caller: “[Colleague]? How the heck did I call you? I rang my office’s doorbell!”

Colleague: “Okay, that’s weird. Er, well, nice talking to you, but I guess I’ll hang up now?”

Caller: “Right. I’ll try that again, and — no offense — I hope I don’t end up with you again.”

(She didn’t end up with him again and wasn’t left standing in front of their door. I’m just sad my colleague didn’t test if he could have opened that door from 100 km away.)

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Unfiltered Story #152489

, , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2019

(I’m working at a hotel where Bar and Restaurant share theire space. I’m serving the restaurant area alone, while two other servers are taking care of the bigger bar area. The à la carte Restaurant itself has only 12 tables, 11 of them were allready taken and one is allready reserved for the CEOs of a VIP group which is meeting in the hotel. Due to theire status as a VIP the reservation was fixed all over the evening and not for a certain time windows as usual. A new Guest enters the Restaurant.)

Me: “Good Evening Sir! How May I help you?”

Guest: “I’d like to have a table for one person.”

Me: “I’m sorry sir, but we’re completly booked out at the moment. You could take a seat in the Bar area which has a decent food menu as well.”

Guest takes a seat at the Bar and is served by a collegue. I allready forgot about the situation when he’s approaching me again after 30 minutes or more.

Guest: “The table is still free”

Me: “I’m sorry sir but it is still reserved.”

Guest: “You should have given me this table. When was the reservation?”

Me: “I’m sorry sir, but this table is reserved and I’m not allowed to tell you information about time and date.”

Guest: “You should have given me the table! This is a mistake! There are other tables free!”

(The tables still had dirty table clothes, silverware and glasses since the guests had left recently)

Me: “Yes there are now, since other costumers have paid and left. If you’re still interessted I can get you a fresh table in 5 to 10 Minutes.”

Guest: “I’ve allready eaten! You should’ve given me this table! There is nobody!”

Me: “I’m sorry sir but this is a VIP Reservation which I’m not allowed to give away until further notice.”

Guest: “This was your mistake! And I want my check now! How could you do something like this?”

Me: “I’m sorry again sir, but i’ll tell my colleague that she’ll prepare your check.”

A couple of minutes later my colleague takes me to the side and asks what happened with him, since he wrote “How do you even dare to?” in the TIP-Field.

Acting Childish About The Child Space

, , , | Friendly | May 30, 2019

(My sister-in-law and I take my one-year-old daughter to a famous Swedish furniture store. I find a nice parking space in the family parking area, almost right in front of the entrance. My daughter is still young but will not tolerate a stroller at the moment, so I’m quite happy about not having to carry her through the whole lot. We are debating buying a new desk for my sister-in-law and toys for my daughter while getting out of the car and getting our bags, so we’re not really attentive to other cars. I am on my way back to the door to get my daughter out of her seat when an SUV stops right behind our car and a lady starts yelling at us. As I am not paying attention, I don’t quite catch what she is yelling and think she is asking whether we are moving soon. So I gesture and tell her:)

Me: “No, we just arrived and are heading into the store right now.”

Lady: *quite snippy and loudly yelling* “You do know this is for Mother-Child Parking?!”

Me: *finally understanding her* “Erm, yeah. So?”

Lady: *still yelling* “You can’t park here! You don’t have a child!”

Me: “Well, I do.”

(I start again going to the other door, as I had stopped to talk with her.)

Lady: “I need this parking space; you don’t have a child!”

Me: “We are here with my daughter, so stop yelling. There is another parking space right over there!”

(I pointed one car down, in the direction where she must have come from. There were more a few more cars down, too. I finally went over to the other door and began getting my daughter out of her seat, amazed that she didn’t start fussing. All the time, I almost expected the lady to get out of her car and check whether we really had a child with us. She did stay with her car right there, blocking the way, and watched us getting the baby out, locking the doors, and going into the store. I can understand resentment against those wrongly using the parking spaces meant for families just for convenience’s sake, but just because we preferred getting our bags out before handling a handful of baby, it doesn’t warrant a yelling fit.)

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This Story Of Bad Parenting Has Been Doctored

, , , | Right | May 28, 2019

(I’m in the waiting area of our children’s new doctor after we moved into the city where the grandparents live. My twins have a cold and we need an official document for my employer so I can stay at home to take care of them. We make an appointment before arriving as early as they open, but as it’s cold season, it’s packed with patients waiting for an opening. A lady with her daughter comes in and asks for her to see the doctor.)

Receptionist: “We can try to fit you in, but sadly, it’s at least an hour to wait, probably more.”

Mother: “That is just too long. I need to run some errands for Christmas and I just don’t have time to wait that long. She was sent home from elementary school because she threw up; the doctor just needs to see if it’s anything serious and it will only take a minute.”

Receptionist: “I’m sorry, but everybody here is waiting and we can’t just let you skip all of them. We could put you on the waiting list and give you a call when you will be up far enough to get back within half an hour, and then you will not have to wait here.”

Mother: “Well, okay, but make sure to call me early enough so I can come back in time.”

(She then, to my surprise, takes her daughter to the waiting area. She takes the girl’s coat and scarf off, hangs them, and starts to explain to her that Mommy will be going now, but she will be back before the doctor will see her and that she just has to wait and maybe read some books or play with the toys in the waiting area. I’m really upset and I just can’t believe it, but she is about to leave her sick six- or seven-year-old daughter alone to wait here, which is totally not okay. A father next to the girl’s chair seems to think likewise and speaks up.)

Man: “You can’t leave her here to wait alone! Your child can’t just be unattended!”

Mother: “Keep your opinion to yourself. The receptionist said it’s okay; they will call me before she will be seen by the doctor.”

Me: “They certainly did not mean that you could leave without her!”

Mother: *sighs loudly* “You can all care for your own business, please. My daughter is very well-behaved and it’s the doctor’s office; she will be totally fine.”

(The daughter, meanwhile, is quiet all the time and looks tired and a bit squeamish. Her mother hugs her and leaves. The receptionist is talking on the phone and says nothing as the mother walks by, and I’m very astounded. Then, we get called up by the nurse. I can’t help but speak my mind a bit.)

Me: “I’m sorry. We have not been your patients for very long, and maybe that is how you handle things usually, but I don’t think it’s okay to have little kids wait alone for their appointment. It’s just not right.”

(The nurse is obviously shocked and asks what I mean by that. I point the girl out and tell her what happened. The father and other waiting parents join in and confirm the story. The nurse gets very silent, thanks us, and points us to our consultation room, and then she goes over to the girl. We wait a lot more inside the doctor’s room. Finally, he comes and checks the kids, and we get some prescriptions for the blocked noses and the papers we need. At the end, he asks me about the mother again.)

Doctor: “So, what did the mother say when you asked her about leaving?”

Me: “Basically to mind my own business and such. I take it that it is not regularly that kids that young are left here to wait alone?”

Doctor: “No, not at all. We were all shocked about it; it has never happened before. We called her straight away, but she was not answering her phone. As her number is the emergency contact, as well, we had to call the police and ask for help. They wanted to ask you some questions before you leave, as well.”

(Outside, we meet up with two policemen. The girl, I’m told, has been allowed to lay down and rest on the couch in the doctor’s private office, and sleeps after he checks on her and gives her some appropriate medication. The mother, meanwhile, has been reached and is said to be on her way back. The policemen ask me again about what happened and as I tell it, the mother enters.)

Mother: “Where is my daughter? She’s not in the waiting area, and I specifically asked you to call me before she gets seen by the doctor. As you said, it’s at least an hour; I was not expecting your calls and did not notice them until now. Was she called up early? Is she in one of the rooms?”

(The receptionist simply points to the police and the mum’s colour drains at the realisation. She looks shocked as she is addressed by the policeman and starts asking what happened and if her daughter is fine. The policeman looks sternly at her.)

Policeman: “Your sick daughter was abandoned by her mother at the doctor’s office, and imagine that she went outside because she felt sick and alone. Imagine her telling the receptionist that she just wants to go out to her mummy. Imagine the receptionist assuming you are just outside the door for a smoke. But your little daughter walks away, feeling unwell and confused, looking desperately for her mommy. Imagine that, please, as hard as you can. And then think about who would have caused that. How you caused that possibility by abandoning her here. And when you realise how lucky you are and what kind of mistake you made, then I really hope that you will never ever do something like that again. Because there is no penalty that would help in any way if you still think you did no wrong.”

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