…the phone
I really hate calling anywhere. It has a little bit to do with a language thing and a lot to do with general irritation when it comes to calling anywhere. I had to call the hospital/polyclinic to make an appt. First I called one department. ”No,” they said. “You have to call the such and such department, here’s the number” (mind you this is after she argued with me about the referral having to come from my doctor by FAX instead of me being able to bring it in).
I call the such and such department. “No, ” they said. “You actually have to call the so and so department.” Luckily she transferred me this time.
I got the so and so department. “Actually,” they said, “you have to get a referral from the first department.” I explained that I already called that department and the reason why I wanted to make an appt in the first place. She let me make an appt but instead of a referral from MY doctor I have to have a referral from my love’s doctor.
I hate that I have to explain everything 3 times.
I hate that I don’t know all the words in Dutch to explain everything 3 times.
I hate that I have to have a bleedin’ referral.
Well. It’s done now. September 11th is the date.
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