Sorry, you failed the IQ test: part 2

My conversation with the person on the appointment line this morning:

Me: Hi. I need to see if I can move my daughter's appointment with Dr. Miller. She's scheduled on November 1, but I just found out that she will be out of school on November 2, so I'd like to change the appointment. Appointment person: I am pretty sure Dr. Miller doesn't have any openings for the rest of the year, but I'll check. When is the appointment scheduled? Me: November 1. If I can get November 2, I'd like that instead. Appt. person: Let's see, nothing on the 2nd...she's at the other office on the 4th... Me: No, if there isn't an appointment on the 2nd I'll just keep the one we have. Appt. person: I can look at the following week- no, it doesn't look like she has an opening then either. Can we look further in the month? Me: No, I'll just keep the appointment on the 1st. Next time, I think I'll just skip the phone calling step and just talk directly to my cubicle wall.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Be patient...by that time the nice receptionist person was probably on auto pilot...

9/21/2004 3:06 PM  

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