Saturday, March 26, 2011

Textually Speaking

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up...

A little after 11:00pm last night my cell phone lights up and the sound of Heather Morris's take on the Ke$ha song makes me jump in the quiet of my office.

hey beautiful

I stared at the text for a few minutes before entering a reply.  If it had been from anyone other than Dan, I would have totally labeled it a booty call based solely on the time stamp.  The fact Dan was texting me from Europe made me a little more confident that he may be interested in more than just sex.  Well, that and the little issue of Dan seeming to be immune to my charm.

What's up? Absorbing all kinds of good food, culture and beautiful scenery while I sit alone in the frozen tundra?  I purposefully kept my reply light.

i heard that it has been in the 50's and 60's there

Lies.  You need to find more reliable sources.  I spent the whole day trying to dig out from under 6 feet of snow.  Humor is a good cover when you aren't sure what in the hell you are doing or where things are going.

funny the channel 4 website spelled snow as s-u-n

I've been foiled by the interwebz once again.  Damn those tubes!  I added a cute little smiley face to this message because I was smiling.  And this is why I like him; the rapport and easy conversation.

i miss you

I waffled on my response.  I haven't played this game for quite some time.  Is it time to guard my hand or show a couple of cards?  Be coy or be transparent?  Screw it.  I'm too old for the games.  I miss you too.

my plane comes in saturday night what are you doing?

Birthday party for son's best friend.  Besides you will need to recover from jet lag, not smart to go out.  Okay, so a bit of an exaggeration, the party is in the afternoon.  I could do an evening date, but it's still a little early to be that accommodating.

hell with jet lag i want to see you.  sunday?

He's never been this open and, while I appreciate guys who play things close to the vest, I like this turn of events.  I'll see his wager and raise him one.  Want to come over then?  I'll cook.

now that is an offer i cant refuse

I'll see you at six :-)

make it 5

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Oh well if your calendar says so...

A patient walks in to the office yesterday more than 2 hours early for their appointment.  In an effort to keep the peace in our waiting room, the receptionist called her to the front window to let her know she was there early in case they wanted to get the hell out of the office a bite to eat until their actual appointment time.

"I just wanted to let you know that your appointment isn't until 2:30.  If you want you can go out to eat or maybe do some shopping until then.  You're welcome to wait if you'd prefer, but there are other people scheduled ahead of you and I can't promise you'll be seen before that time."  She said all of this very politely and with her usual gentle demeanor.

"No, my appointment is at noon."  She didn't even pause before responding and had a little tone to her voice daring the receptionist to argue.

"I'm sorry, but that isn't possible.  We don't schedule anyone between 11:30 and 1:20 to allow enough time for the doctor to have lunch.  According to the schedule in the computer your appointment is for 2:30."

At this point the patient became more agitated.  "Listen here girl, I don't care what that thing says my appointment is, I wrote it on my calendar as noon and that is when I expect to be seen."

Irritated and slightly psycho patients are nothing new in the office and the receptionist has a fuse longer than anyone I know, so she let the patient sit back down and threw her chart into the mix to try to move her along as quickly as possible.

The office has a mostly open floor plan.  Even though there is a window and counter at the front desk, there is no way to block it off from the waiting room so everything said in the waiting room is easily overheard at the front desk.  Especially when the comments are being made by hearing impaired 87 year olds who think whispering is about the same volume as a chopper coming in to land.

Shortly after the receptionist sat back down, she overheard the patient complaining to the waiting room about "that girl" changing her appointment and lying about what was recorded in the schedule.  I believe the word "incompetent" was thrown around as well.

With grace and dignity our long-suffering receptionist quietly got up, grabbed the patient's chart from the circulation pile, stowed it away under her desk and went to lunch.