"Oh, it's Five Hundred Pound Peep Again, bugging me about antibiotics for her leg, I don't want to do the paperwork, or make a call, it's time to play Candy Crush and do my nails, I only make 8 dollars an hour, Screw it!"
New rule I have for my doctor, every antibiotic is to have three refills on it, so I don't spend the day before New Years right at 9am, tracking down a refill. I now have a infected leg and because of their neglect, may have to jump from one antibiotic to another kind from my emergency supply. The woman that gave me the flu and infected my face, has now infected my leg. The battle with thrush, a sour stomach, and endless unmentionables continues. A month and a half of sickness because of a selfish woman who came to a meeting while ill. I get the feeling the woman who answers the phone and sends messages to my doctor hates my guts, since the messages never seem to get there and I hate having to file a complaint and having to get nasty to get everything done.
Ever notice that about businesses today, they ignore you and you have to get angry and shout at them to get anything done, a few times I have asked, "Why don't you just get done what I have asked at the start?" "Why do I have to call 5 or 6 times?". A cynical part of me thinks the most lazy and incompetent people are the ones who have the jobs, I like my doctor and this does not apply to her, because they are the narcs who can BS their way through life. While one wonders if they are going to die soon, and why life has reached wretched depths, they do not want to play phone tag with indifferent degenerates.