Take care of Knives
I hurt my back yesterday morning and missed a test. My professor, being the frosty bitch that she is, informed me that she would not allow me to take a makeup test unless I got a note from the doctor. I'd never been to the health center before this morning; turns out, it was well worth the trip. This is a pretty bizarre conversation; I have no idea what this woman thought I was talking about.
Me: Is this where I get a sick note?
Woman: No, we don't give out notes here.
Me: No notes?
Woman: No, we don't give out notes.
Me: My professor told me to come here and get a note; I'm pretty sure I'm in the right place.
Woman: Are you sick?
Me: I hurt myself yesterday, but I'm better now.
Woman: Why do you need a note?
Me: Because I missed a class and need to make up a test...do you know where the notes are?
Woman: (gestures to the area around her) Oh, the...? Here.
Me: *confused* ...the notes are here?
Woman: Yes.
Me: How do I get a note?
Woman: You can't get one.
Me: No note?
Woman: No.
Me: Ok. Hypothetically, say a person --
Woman: Not you?
Me: Not me, just a person, hurt their back. They couldn't move around very well, so they stayed in their room for day or two until they were better. They couldn't come here for treatment, but it wasn't serious enough to call an ambulance, and they need to prove that they were legitimately ill to a professor. What should that person do?
Woman: They should get a sick note, and show it to the, the person.
Me: Ok. Now, where would this person go to get a note?
Woman: (gestures again) Here.
Me: Ok. Now I have a surprise for you. That wasn't hypothetical. That was me. I need a note. Give me a note.
Woman: We don't give out notes.
Me: Is there someone else I can talk to, maybe? A native?
Woman: No, is just me.
Me: Ok. Can I see a doctor?
Woman: You'll have to come back later? Hmm...1:00?
Me: Is that when your shift ends?
Woman: Eh, yes, I will be at lunch. Mickeys.
Me: Sorry, Mickeys?
Woman: You know, the french fries, the clown, and the meaty sandwich --
Me: Oh, you mean McDonalds?
Woman: Yes.
Me: ...ok then. Enjoy your meal.
Woman: Thank you.
Me: Is this where I get a sick note?
Woman: No, we don't give out notes here.
Me: No notes?
Woman: No, we don't give out notes.
Me: My professor told me to come here and get a note; I'm pretty sure I'm in the right place.
Woman: Are you sick?
Me: I hurt myself yesterday, but I'm better now.
Woman: Why do you need a note?
Me: Because I missed a class and need to make up a test...do you know where the notes are?
Woman: (gestures to the area around her) Oh, the...? Here.
Me: *confused* ...the notes are here?
Woman: Yes.
Me: How do I get a note?
Woman: You can't get one.
Me: No note?
Woman: No.
Me: Ok. Hypothetically, say a person --
Woman: Not you?
Me: Not me, just a person, hurt their back. They couldn't move around very well, so they stayed in their room for day or two until they were better. They couldn't come here for treatment, but it wasn't serious enough to call an ambulance, and they need to prove that they were legitimately ill to a professor. What should that person do?
Woman: They should get a sick note, and show it to the, the person.
Me: Ok. Now, where would this person go to get a note?
Woman: (gestures again) Here.
Me: Ok. Now I have a surprise for you. That wasn't hypothetical. That was me. I need a note. Give me a note.
Woman: We don't give out notes.
Me: Is there someone else I can talk to, maybe? A native?
Woman: No, is just me.
Me: Ok. Can I see a doctor?
Woman: You'll have to come back later? Hmm...1:00?
Me: Is that when your shift ends?
Woman: Eh, yes, I will be at lunch. Mickeys.
Me: Sorry, Mickeys?
Woman: You know, the french fries, the clown, and the meaty sandwich --
Me: Oh, you mean McDonalds?
Woman: Yes.
Me: ...ok then. Enjoy your meal.
Woman: Thank you.