Dear World; you're kidding, right?
Dear Clinic That Shall Not be Named;
Stumble It!
If the best advice you can offer is, "Talk to a person next time," your system might be broken. Just sayin'.
Dear Pharmacy with Recorded Messages;
If the best advice you can offer is, "Talk to a person next time," your system might be broken. Yeah. Uh-huh.
Dear Forrest;
Those boxes of designer chocolates often have a map inside the top cover. Look for it.
Dear Clinic That Shall Not be Named;
Your online messaging system has major glaring weaknesses. After its failure, I suffered through listening to a recorded message while on hold - a recorded message telling me how I could "take control of my own health care" by using the online messaging system. Ahem.
Dear Pharmacy Tech;
If your recorded message tells me I have no refills left, why would I call to see if my refill is ready?
Dear Clinic:
Do you really, honestly, truly have no way of recording a concern? No way to prevent this kind of mistake from recurring?
Dear Chuck;
Can we please order take-out for supper tonight? I have no brainpower or energy left.
Labels: depression, Random Thoughts
Stumble It!
posted @5:25 PM
3 Comments:
I used to think those automatic thingies were very useful, but because they're voice activated and it's always so noisy around here I prefer to yell at a real person.
It's awful to fight with a thing which cannot listen, and which tells you exactly what to do, repeating itself over and over . . . . no matter that the thing it tells you to do is impossible or wrong.
Yes to the take-out. The answering machine has sucked your energy and brainpower yet again. Tomorrow, just maybe, you will find the energy to locate a human to help.
Ugh. I hate it when I get the automated voice on the phone.
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