Irony is painful.
In order to do the substitute preschool teacher job I just got, I need a) a fingerprinting and background check and b) a medical release from my doctor. The former I got done in ten minutes, bar the time I need for the FBI to make sure that my evil clone hasn't done anything illegal without my knowledge. The latter...like pulling teeth.
Thursday: I fax them the form. All the doctor needs to do is confirm that I'm fit and fax it back.
Friday: I call back asking where the form is. They said it was on his desk and they'd call me back when he got to it.
Monday: I call back again asking where my damn form is (not in so many words, of course) and they finally send it to me. I get to marking in all the places where the faxing hasn't picked up the ink and I notice something funny.
"Does Seiber have any medical conditions preventing her from working with sprogs?" NONE
"Is Seiber physically, mentally, and emotionally capable of working with sprogs." NO
Now, I am totally capable of working with sprogs. I know that, he knows that, my employer knows that. Even if it wasn't true his answer would still make no sense. What is abundantly clear was that the doctor had skimmed down the form, noted that the correct answer to the first question was negative, and made the second answer negative without reading the actual question.
I pointed this out to Mom, Mom flipped out, I called back the doctor (or rather, his secretary) and put Mom on the phone to yell at them in all sorts of official ways. The world 'unconscionable' was thrown around a lot. The doctor amended the form to put a YES in the appropriate place and refaxed it as soon as he got his lazy bum out of seeing patients for twelve seconds each. I already disliked him, but after this he's lost me, my mom, and my brother as patients. If it had been a more important form that he'd skimmed I could be in a whole lot of trouble.
The incident is ironic in retrospect because this morning I pulled a muscle in my neck while I was in the shower. I'd planned to go do some volunteering and then drop by another temp agency, but it wouldn't have been very smart to go driving if I couldn't turn to the left without hurting myself. So for today, I'm actually not physically fit to go running around after small children.
Thursday: I fax them the form. All the doctor needs to do is confirm that I'm fit and fax it back.
Friday: I call back asking where the form is. They said it was on his desk and they'd call me back when he got to it.
Monday: I call back again asking where my damn form is (not in so many words, of course) and they finally send it to me. I get to marking in all the places where the faxing hasn't picked up the ink and I notice something funny.
"Does Seiber have any medical conditions preventing her from working with sprogs?" NONE
"Is Seiber physically, mentally, and emotionally capable of working with sprogs." NO
Now, I am totally capable of working with sprogs. I know that, he knows that, my employer knows that. Even if it wasn't true his answer would still make no sense. What is abundantly clear was that the doctor had skimmed down the form, noted that the correct answer to the first question was negative, and made the second answer negative without reading the actual question.
I pointed this out to Mom, Mom flipped out, I called back the doctor (or rather, his secretary) and put Mom on the phone to yell at them in all sorts of official ways. The world 'unconscionable' was thrown around a lot. The doctor amended the form to put a YES in the appropriate place and refaxed it as soon as he got his lazy bum out of seeing patients for twelve seconds each. I already disliked him, but after this he's lost me, my mom, and my brother as patients. If it had been a more important form that he'd skimmed I could be in a whole lot of trouble.
The incident is ironic in retrospect because this morning I pulled a muscle in my neck while I was in the shower. I'd planned to go do some volunteering and then drop by another temp agency, but it wouldn't have been very smart to go driving if I couldn't turn to the left without hurting myself. So for today, I'm actually not physically fit to go running around after small children.