Very Bad Reception, Part 2

| Australia | Working | September 12, 2013

(I’m calling to book an appointment for a doctor’s office that I’ve never been to.)

Receptionist: *sounding totally disinterested* “Hello, this is [name]; how many I help you?”

Me: “I’d like to make an appointment if that’s okay please?”

Receptionist: “I guess. You can always just walk in you know, and save me the hassle.”

Me: “No… no I think I’d rather make an appointment to be safe.”

Receptionist: “Ugh, fine. We have one at 10.20. Can I get your name?”

Me: “It’s [bi-gender name].”

Receptionist: “Okay, and your date of birth?”

Me: “It’s—”

Receptionist: “Uh-huh. You’re booked in.” *hangs up*

(I go to my appointment before the scheduled time, and the lady at the front counter nearly wets herself laughing. The ditzy receptionist had put me down as a four-year-old Aboriginal boy, when in fact I am a 23-year old Caucasian girl!)


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