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‘Cause You’re An Intern, WA DA DA WAP WA DAAAAAA! Part 3

, , , , , | Working | September 25, 2023

I remember when a new intern started at our office in the 1990s. I was relatively new myself. I saw the intern being shown around, and then they disappeared into the office for a few hours. I next saw them rushing towards the exit, almost crying. The person assigned to train them stepped out, almost laughing.

Me: *Fearing the worst* “What happened?”

Trainer: “Hey, new idea. Let’s make sure that new interns know the difference between a fax machine and a shredder.”

When the intern found out that they had, in fact, not been loading a fifty-page report into the “paper sending machine”, they were mortified with embarrassment and fled the scene. They never came back.

Related:
‘Cause You’re An Intern, WA DA DA WAP WA DAAAAAA! Part 2
‘Cause You’re An Intern, WA DA DA WAP WA DAAAAAA!

Ma’am Must Make More Mindfulness, Not Negligence

, , , , , , | Working | September 25, 2023

My last name is kind of difficult to spell, so whenever someone asks for my name, I just hand over my driver’s license. Usually, people see it and understand why I did that.

I recently switched primary care physicians, and I have to go through enrollment at my first appointment. The receptionist greets me by motioning “come here” with one finger, giving me no eye contact or other acknowledgement.

Receptionist: “Name?”

I start to hand over my insurance card and driver’s license.

Me: “[My Name]. I’m here for my first visit with [Doctor].”

She pushes the cards away.

Receptionist: “First name?”

Me: “…[My Name].”

Receptionist: “Last name?”

I start to spell it out.

Me: “I-N-G—”

Receptionist: “I-M-G?”

Me: “No, sorry. It’s N as in ‘Nancy,’ not M as in ‘monster’.”

Receptionist: “Okay, I-M-G—”

Me: “No, it’s N like ‘nobody’ or ‘never’. Are you sure you don’t want my ID?”

Receptionist: *Abruptly* “Fine!”

She snatches up the ID and insurance card. After a lot of typing, she tosses them back at me.

My appointment goes well, but at checkout, the receptionist still has my name spelled with an M instead of an N. I keep trying different words to get the point across.

Me: “Look, I get that they are very similar sounds, but there is no M as in ‘married’ in my name.”

Receptionist: “We’ll fix it. See you at your next appointment.”

A few weeks later, I get a letter from the office in the mail. My name is still misspelled, and they are charging me the full amount for the visit because my insurance company says I don’t have coverage with them. It’s no surprise to me, since they probably sent the information with the wrong spelling. I decide to call the office. 

Me: “Hi, my name is [My Name]. I got a letter from your office saying I owe the full amount for my visit, but I have insurance.”

Receptionist: “Yes, we reached out to the provider you gave us, and they rejected the claim. You are not covered by them.”

Me: “But I am. Did you bill them for [My Full Name] or the one on this bill?”

Receptionist: “The name on the bill is the one you provided. If you—”

Me: “The name on this bill is not what I provided. I gave you my ID after you repeatedly spelled my name wrong. I’m not paying a bill for [My First Name] [Wrong Last Name].”

Receptionist: “You gave us your information. If it’s wrong, that’s your fault.”

Me: “No, it’s not. I remember you specifically kept putting an M as in ‘moron’ instead of an N as in negligent.”

Receptionist: “Spell your name.”

Me: “I as in ‘idiot’, N as in ‘neglect’, G as in ‘gaslight’—”

The receptionist quickly rattles off the rest of my name.

Receptionist: “Correct?”

Me: “As long as you changed that second letter.”

Receptionist: “We will rebill and get back to you.”

A few weeks later, I got a new letter saying I only owed $40 for a copay. I filed a complaint with the practice, and they said it would be investigated. I haven’t seen the receptionist since, but that doesn’t mean she was fired.

Not Linking My Words With Your Thinking

, , , , | Right | September 25, 2023

I send a group of clients an email with links so they can share them with their Facebook fans and/or newsletter subscribers. One client responds almost immediately.

Client: “The links you sent me don’t work.”

Me: “What do you mean, they don’t work? I just tested them again to be sure. They are indeed correct.”

Client: “No, if they’re correct, they’re supposed to turn blue in my email. Can you send me the correct links?”

Me: “If you copy and paste them into your web browser, the pages will come up fine. Your email program didn’t convert them to hyperlinks for some reason, but it’s fine. I promise.”

Client: “Can you just send me the correct links?”

The Customer Is Not Always In The Right Place

, , , , , | Right | September 24, 2023

A customer walks into our takeout branch of a pizza chain, looking around disapprovingly.

Customer: “You don’t have tables?”

Me: “Nope.”

Customer: “I’ll just have the General Tso’s chicken.”

Me: “…this is a [Pizza Chain].”

Customer: “Fine, just a few egg rolls.”

Me: “…How about a pizza?”

Customer: “Why would I order pizza at a Chinese restaurant?” 

Me: “You’re right; that would be stupid.”

Technically, It’s Still South Of The River…

, , , , , , | Right | September 23, 2023

A guest is checking in, but I can’t find a reservation under her name.

Guest: “This is crazy! I made the booking months ago! I even have the confirmation on my phone!”

Me: “Please look that up for me; I am afraid I am having trouble on my end.”

The guest is muttering loudly as she tries to find the booking on their phone.

Guest: “This is crazy! All I wanted was a relaxing weekend and to see Pedalpalooza!”

Me: “Pedalpalooza? Ma’am, that’s in Portland.”

Guest: “Yes, just across the river.”

Me: “Just across the river from Vancouver, Washington. Washington State.”

Guest: “Yes, and?”

Me: “This is Vancouver, British Columbia. In Canada.”

Guest: “Oh. Am I in the wrong city?”

Me: “Ma’am, you’re in the wrong country.”

What got me was that she drove here from the US, so she would have to have passed border patrol. Where did she think she was going?