AUTHOR: M. DATE: 8:06:00 PM ----- BODY:

Stupid paperchase (insert petulant foot-stomp here). A few months back, I. went to our doctor for a physical and brought the medical form we need for our homestudy. She left it with the doctor. Heard nothing. Called, called again. Called again, times about 11,000. Still not done. The triage nurse calls: they've lost the form. I. sends them a new copy with a note asking to please hurry the fuck up (okay, she was actually much nicer than that) since it had been weeks. A week goes by, they call, she needs a lab test, and then she needs to come back again two days later for the results, then she can get the form. Total time to get I.'s form back: 2 months. So the day before my appointment last week I call to find out if there's any way the doctor can do my form on the spot. I am given the run-around. I go in the next day, hellbound to walk out with a completed form. The doctor fills out what she can, runs a few tests, tells me to come in with my form at 8:30 Monday morning to get my PPD read and get results from two other no-brainer lab tests. She promises I'll be in and out in 10 minutes. Monday I come in, get the PPD read, and am informed that 1) I do not have tuberculosis and 2)I can't get my lab results until 9, when the triage nurse arrives. (Just as an aside: had they given me the dipstick, I could have drawn on my grand expertise I learned in a way-back-when lab tech job and done the urinalysis myself. But why - really, why? - do they need the specific gravity of my urine to know if I can be a competent adoptive parent?) Anyway, I can't wait until 9 because, oh, I have to go to WORK. So, against my better judgement, I leave the form there after insisting they give me an envelope so I can address it to myself, and letting them know I need it ASAP. Today I call to follow up. After no fewer than 4 calls back and forth, I am informed that the form was mailed out to me yesterday. I am overjoyed at my success with this stupid piece of paper. And voila! There it is in the pile of mail when I got home tonight. I rip it open, anxious to know if my urinalysis will disqualify me as an adoptive parent and find - wait for it - they put the damned thing in the mail to me WITHOUT FILLING IN THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE TESTS I HAD BEEN WAITING ON. The very ones that had cause me to leave the form there in the first place. Sigh.

-------- COMMENT-AUTHOR: FemiKnitMafia COMMENT-DATE:9:15 AM COMMENT-BODY:When will you be writing a similar post about the loser people who are supposed to be writing a god-damned recommendation for you but aren't coming through. Come on ... you know you wanna post about it. I can handle it. :-) --------