Mad, mad world
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chaletianJust came across a particularly entertaining book in the hospital's WHSmiths: The Stargate Conspiracy. See, the ancient Egyptian gods were really aliens, and they're coming back...
(a) Oh, please. Just... tchah!
(b) Hmmmmm. *strokes the beard* Let me see, does this concept ring a bell with anyone? Just a small, Richard Dean Anderson-shaped bell? (OK, that would be a weird bell, but go with it...)
This merely confirms my belief that 90% of this world's inhabitants are complete and utter LOONIES.
And cursed clinic clerks!
CC: I'm looking for some notes.
Me: Mmm? (with an enquiring sorta intonation)
CC: I said I'm looking for some notes.
Me: Yes. And...? (again with the enquiring intonation, only doubled this time)
CC: They're coming to clinic tomorrow.
Me: Yes, I've grasped that, yon FOOL! Why *else* would you be asking for them? WHAT ARE THE PATIENTS' NAMES? You know, that useful information I'm waiting for before I can actually HELP you! (all in my head, obviously) Can you give me their names, please.
CC: They came to clinic last Wednesday... or maybe it was the Wednesday before.
Me: (Yes, fascinating, thank you very much.) Er, their *names*, please.
CC: See, they're booked out to you on the *system* (for some reason clinic clerks always over-emphasise the word 'system' - it's like it gives them some kind of external validation in life, or something).
Me: Just TELL me their FUCKING NAMES!!!!!
And it all goes downhill after that...
Anyway, they're a complete bunch of numpties. Or antoinettes. Whichever word works for you.
(a) Oh, please. Just... tchah!
(b) Hmmmmm. *strokes the beard* Let me see, does this concept ring a bell with anyone? Just a small, Richard Dean Anderson-shaped bell? (OK, that would be a weird bell, but go with it...)
This merely confirms my belief that 90% of this world's inhabitants are complete and utter LOONIES.
And cursed clinic clerks!
CC: I'm looking for some notes.
Me: Mmm? (with an enquiring sorta intonation)
CC: I said I'm looking for some notes.
Me: Yes. And...? (again with the enquiring intonation, only doubled this time)
CC: They're coming to clinic tomorrow.
Me: Yes, I've grasped that, yon FOOL! Why *else* would you be asking for them? WHAT ARE THE PATIENTS' NAMES? You know, that useful information I'm waiting for before I can actually HELP you! (all in my head, obviously) Can you give me their names, please.
CC: They came to clinic last Wednesday... or maybe it was the Wednesday before.
Me: (Yes, fascinating, thank you very much.) Er, their *names*, please.
CC: See, they're booked out to you on the *system* (for some reason clinic clerks always over-emphasise the word 'system' - it's like it gives them some kind of external validation in life, or something).
Me: Just TELL me their FUCKING NAMES!!!!!
And it all goes downhill after that...
Anyway, they're a complete bunch of numpties. Or antoinettes. Whichever word works for you.
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Date: 2006-01-24 02:09 pm (UTC)for some reason clinic clerks always over-emphasise the word 'system' - it's like it gives them some kind of external validation in life, or something)
No, it just makes us feel important because, well y'know, CCs are waaaaaaaay down the bottom of the NHS hierarchy, alas. Although the trollies make us feel important too. And walking about with big piles of notes.
*giggles* Possibly that made no sense...