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sistermagpie) wrote2005-09-12 04:11 pm
sistermagpie) wrote2005-09-12 04:11 pm
Totally self-indulgent rant
I feel badly writing this after so many people gave me wonderful birthday wishes--rest assured I will go right back to appreciating them when I am finished.
You know, I think I'm a person who's more easy-going than most, but my dentist has succeeded in making even me so furious I was yelling and scared the dog. I have been trying to get a tooth crowned since December and they keep having me come in for more and more appointments. The last time I went in after having had the thing measured (one appointment), fitted (turned out it didn't fit-another appointment), measured again (another appointment), to discover that the lab screwed up and didn't send the crown. They tell me this when I get there, rather than cancelling my appointment. So they just cleaned my teeth, presenting this like it's lucky since I'm due anyway.
So I have off this week and was hoping they'd call so I could go in and get it done. Turns out they called this morning and I didn't get the message because I didn't think to check them. They have an appointment today--an hour ago. And now I've missed it, so I have to wait until next week when I am back work again, so have to leave work again!!! And guess what? It turns out the dentist only works on Monday, so it's not like I could come in any other day during the week I have off. And next Monday is her last day, and she'd like to finish the job herself. Like this is some big responsible thing. Yeah, you really ought to finish it yourself given that you've been jerking me around all year. Throughout this I've been totally patient just knowing that there's nothing I can do about this. If they don't have the stupid crown they don't have it, so there's no point in yelling about it. But this is just too cruel having it be my own damn fault because for once I wasn't ready to jump when they called.
If they'd called me on Friday I would have gotten the message and known to go in today. They just completely ruined my lunch. I got a slice of pizza I was really looking forward to and instead I felt like I was just eating my own anger. Okay. I realize there are people in far far worse predicaments who have no dentist at all. Must go apologize to the dog now. My roommate brought her in to make me feel better after she went running into her room, upset. She finds this doubly alarming--why are you taking me into the room with the crazy yelling person? Did I not make it clear I wanted to be away from the yelling person? And since when does that one ever yell anyway? Isn't she supposed to be at work? The whole world's gone mad!! I need cake!
ETA: Called and asked if I could have another dentist. Err...yeah. I actually got my demand. Wow. Tomorrow. Yay.
You know, I think I'm a person who's more easy-going than most, but my dentist has succeeded in making even me so furious I was yelling and scared the dog. I have been trying to get a tooth crowned since December and they keep having me come in for more and more appointments. The last time I went in after having had the thing measured (one appointment), fitted (turned out it didn't fit-another appointment), measured again (another appointment), to discover that the lab screwed up and didn't send the crown. They tell me this when I get there, rather than cancelling my appointment. So they just cleaned my teeth, presenting this like it's lucky since I'm due anyway.
So I have off this week and was hoping they'd call so I could go in and get it done. Turns out they called this morning and I didn't get the message because I didn't think to check them. They have an appointment today--an hour ago. And now I've missed it, so I have to wait until next week when I am back work again, so have to leave work again!!! And guess what? It turns out the dentist only works on Monday, so it's not like I could come in any other day during the week I have off. And next Monday is her last day, and she'd like to finish the job herself. Like this is some big responsible thing. Yeah, you really ought to finish it yourself given that you've been jerking me around all year. Throughout this I've been totally patient just knowing that there's nothing I can do about this. If they don't have the stupid crown they don't have it, so there's no point in yelling about it. But this is just too cruel having it be my own damn fault because for once I wasn't ready to jump when they called.
If they'd called me on Friday I would have gotten the message and known to go in today. They just completely ruined my lunch. I got a slice of pizza I was really looking forward to and instead I felt like I was just eating my own anger. Okay. I realize there are people in far far worse predicaments who have no dentist at all. Must go apologize to the dog now. My roommate brought her in to make me feel better after she went running into her room, upset. She finds this doubly alarming--why are you taking me into the room with the crazy yelling person? Did I not make it clear I wanted to be away from the yelling person? And since when does that one ever yell anyway? Isn't she supposed to be at work? The whole world's gone mad!! I need cake!
ETA: Called and asked if I could have another dentist. Err...yeah. I actually got my demand. Wow. Tomorrow. Yay.
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You know, I think I'm a person who's more easy-going than most
Niceness is a devastating human tragedy, but it is a fate that happens to some. Perhaps it is genetic?
so furious I was yelling and scared the dog
Land sakes! Why do I imagine you saying this in a Minnesota/Wisconsin accent? :D I'm sorry, some people just . . . don't really have demon!bitch in their repertoire, I think. :) (Although your snark at a certain site is a joy. But I am too terrified of the owner there ever to comment.) You are doomed, alas, to be a pleasant, civilized person. And the dog will get over it.
So they just cleaned my teeth, presenting this like it's lucky since I'm due anyway.
Now your dentist, on the other hand, seems like a piece of work. A bit on the passive-aggressive side, no? Especially with the last-minute appointment call that any reasonably busy person would be almost certain to miss. And there's something almost sinister about that eight month delay that you mentioned; a kind of deranged taunting, an over-the-top pushing of boundaries, like she had sized you up and meant to get the most out of you. And now that she's leaving she "wants to be the one to finish the job" ??!!! What a flake. I bet she’s got tanks of nitrous filling up closets like Trelawney’s empties. Bah to her, I say.
Yay! to you for getting fed up – and for getting results the next day. :)
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Land sakes! Why do I imagine you saying this in a Minnesota/Wisconsin accent? :D I'm sorry, some people just . . . don't really have demon!bitch in their repertoire, I think. :)
LOL! If I had done it in the Minnesota/Wisconsin accent I probably would have felt better faster. More "landsakes" and less "goddamit" and "fuck." But yeah, I don't know how terrifying this would be to somebody who was actually intimidating.
Yay! to you for getting fed up – and for getting results the next day. :)
I felt at the same time triumphant and silly--like gee, maybe you should have just asked that at the time. My problem is I always expect the other person to see they're being ridiculous and start trying to get me in as soon as possible. It seems like the whole operation of this office is part of the craziness. Once they called me and I got the message and called them back and they asked *me* why *they* had called *me*.
The dog is coming for a second apology. She's going to milk this for as much as it's worth. Landsakes.