Monday, September 10, 2007

:: OMG I hate my life at this moment ::

Im just over everyones attitudes, and its not the people in the office, its over the phone. Im OVER it, like whoa. Every person that has called today has either A.) forget their info about their appointments and want me to drop everything for their dumb asses to tell them their shit, helloooo?? Aren’t you like 80 yr. old, how is it im more responsible at 19, c’mon people remember this shit. Or B.) they go out of town and “forgot” or “ran out” of their prescriptions so they need them called in RIGHT this second, and get mad when I tell them no. ORRR C.) I am responsible for these peoples problems in life, and they decide to vent to me, without apologizing AT ALL, so I get pissed off back. D.) these fucking retarded rich ass docs act like their life is so miserable, cuz they have to see ONE extra patient in a day, so we all of a sudden are the bad guys, I am sorry that you got to go out on your big ass boat all weekend, and not worry about anything but what kind of car your going to buy your son on his 16th birthday, when he doesn’t even have a license yet, JUST like my sweet 16, with them spoiled ass fucks that need to get ALL their asses beat FORREAL! . E.) I am told that I need to do this and do that around the office, because our office never does anything, or return anyones calls, so I am in charge of finding out why (according to the patients), when im not responsible for anything but picking up the phone, and hitting that nice little TRANSFER button, when they have a problem. F.) Once again dealing with insecurities from women who pick up the phone, when im doing reminder calls, and I ask for their husbands, and they react like I am the one he comes and see’s at the Holiday inn on the oceanfront on the weekends, bitch I do not want your 60 yr. old husband rubbing his nasty wrinkly ass balls on me, I don’t need his or your money, im just trying to remind him of an appointment, so CHILL THE FUCK OUT!!!! G.) The retarded ass answering service that we use, when I send someone to leave a message for the nurse, after they agree to leave a message, the answering service sends them back to me telling me that all of a sudden the caller has had 10 strokes, and 54 heart attacks, and needs to talk RIGHT AWAY!, ok so that means they lied to you, or me, and have changed their ENTIRE story within the amount of time it takes me to hit a button. I MEAN C’mon people, how fucking RETARTED can you be???? Im over it, and the list doesn’t end at G trust me I could go on til about X-Y or Z. lol.

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