I’m an extremely responsible, organized, detail oriented person, therefore when I make an appointment, I don’t forget about nor do I miss it. The reason for this is I write it in my day-timer, on my wall calendar AND on a post-it, which I hang right beneath the kitchen cabinet where I sit and drink my coffee so I see it each and every morning until the appointment day when I pull the post-it down and toss it in the trash.
I can get annoyed when I receive a call from a doctor or dentist office confirming my appointment on such and such day at such and such time. I get even more annoyed when I receive a confirmation text message about an appointment, but I tell the office to remove my cell phone number from my file and figure that will be that. I go beyond annoyed and right to pissed off when my HUSBAND receives a text message on his WORK cell phone to confirm MY appointment.
Yep. My damn dentist’s office not only left a gawsh damn message on my answering machine but they also sent a damn text to my husband’s work’s cell phone confirming MY appointment. I’m ticked because it’s MY appointment. What gives them the right to divulge MY personal information to anyone but me?
Don’t misunderstand, I tell my husband everything and he knows about all my appointments, but THEY don’t know that. What if I were having an affair with my dentist and I didn’t want my husband to know I was going to the dentist office to see my lover? That text message could’ve clued him in!
Or what if my husband was a controlling son-of-a-bitch who didn’t want me having my teeth cleaned and I was sneaking out to have it done. That text message could’ve sent him over the edge and he could’ve locked me in the basement we don’t have with no food, and gawd forbid, NO coffee!
See, my entire life could be a living hell right now all because the damn dentist office sent a text to a cell phone that didn’t belong to me! Sons-a-bitches.
Besides, the confirmation calls and texts are such a pain! I have to get up from the computer, go to the kitchen, pick up the phone, listen to whomever REMIND me I have an appointment, because apparently I’m stupid and can’t remember on my own, then I hang up, and since I’m in the kitchen, I’m near the back sliding door, so I want a cigarette and then my train of thought is all screwed up. Sons-a-bitches messed with my blog! I should charge them!
Can I sue for blog interruption?
In all honesty, though, it really makes me mad because I’m forty-six, not six. Plus, I’ve never missed an appointment with them in over twenty years!
I could see if I were ten years old. Well, no, actually I couldn’t, because I didn’t miss appointments then either. My dad would make my dentist appointment then call me and tell me when it was and since I lived within walking distance, I walked my ass to my dentist. I couldn’t rely on my mother; I HAD to rely on myself. See, I’M responsible! And have been so since I was little.
Now I could see if I was constantly missing appointments. Well, no, actually I couldn’t. Because if I was constantly missing appointments that would be costing them money so they would’ve dropped me by now. Besides, if I HAD to cancel, it would be right before the damn appointment because it would be an emergency, so a confirmation call or text is absolutely useless!
I cannot think of one good reason for a confirmation call or text! Other than the receptionist needs something to do. Which is not my problem—give her some filing or let her play Free Cell on the computer.
Apparently THEY are the stupid ones.
Dumb asses.
