This is a serious question. While people are complaining about a living wage, which I fully understand, nobody is talking about the fact that the VAST majority of Americans are actually too stupid to have a job.
They are.
It's a fact.
I'm convinced.
Why, you ask? Well, I'm more than glad to tell you. You all may remember this thread which chronicles the epic Odyssey worthy trials I went through to get a new lawn tractor with a mulch attachment (which I still have yet to return the extra) and front end bucket.
Well, here we go again.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor for my quarterly tune up. He checks all my vitals, does a few exertion tests on me and draws a few vials of blood to send of for bloodwork to check everything out. We did all that, had a good talk about the mask debacle and that was that.
I then reach the counter, hand the lady the paperwork, make my copay and head on home.
Later that evening as the wife examines the paperwork, she notices that it doesn't have my name on it, yet it does have my credit card information on it.
So today I head up there to get it sorted. I get there, show the clerk the paperwork, explain the issue, and another Odyssey worthy journey immediately begins.
Everybody knows that on a receipt when you see "xxxx xxxx xxxx 1234" that is the credit card number with only the last four digits shown so that the customer will know which card they used. Well, my receipt with the other guys name on it had my numbers there, but the clerk tried to assure me that was a customer number and not a credit card number.
So I then have to convince him that our customer numbers are actually our social security numbers and those aren't my last four digits. He then brings in "the billing specialist".
The "billing specialist" shows up with my receipt. It, surprise surprise, has somebody else's credit card number on it.
After pulling out the FSA card I used and showing them that the last four digits of it were in fact on the bill for that other guy and that the four digits on my receipt didn't match up to any form of ID I have or have ever possessed, they finally agree to turn it over to the actual accounting clerk.
I'm 45 minutes in on this at this point and starting to stew.
So that lady finally opens a side door, invites me to the back and tries to explain to me that the information isn't really available to anybody, so it's all good. I then inform her that she is completely incorrect in more ways than she can possibly imagine.
I reaching a high rolling boil right about now.
She seems to sense that and says, "OK, how about this: why don't I just void both transactions, forego the copays and give you a receipt for that?"
That'll do.
10 more minutes goes by before she comes back. She's looking really sheepish and says, "Well, ummmm...I ummmm...I can't really give you a receipt..."
Me: "Because it has all the information on it, doesn't it?"
Her: "Yes. I'm sorry. But I can show you this part where they've both been voided and cancelled."
So the wife is going to monitor the account over the next few days to see what happens.
I can't order three items, I can't even go to a routine quarterly doctor's exam, without some idiot completely screwing up the works. Living wage? How the hell do they even have the job to begin with?!
They are.
It's a fact.
I'm convinced.
Why, you ask? Well, I'm more than glad to tell you. You all may remember this thread which chronicles the epic Odyssey worthy trials I went through to get a new lawn tractor with a mulch attachment (which I still have yet to return the extra) and front end bucket.
Well, here we go again.
Yesterday, I went to the doctor for my quarterly tune up. He checks all my vitals, does a few exertion tests on me and draws a few vials of blood to send of for bloodwork to check everything out. We did all that, had a good talk about the mask debacle and that was that.
I then reach the counter, hand the lady the paperwork, make my copay and head on home.
Later that evening as the wife examines the paperwork, she notices that it doesn't have my name on it, yet it does have my credit card information on it.
So today I head up there to get it sorted. I get there, show the clerk the paperwork, explain the issue, and another Odyssey worthy journey immediately begins.
Everybody knows that on a receipt when you see "xxxx xxxx xxxx 1234" that is the credit card number with only the last four digits shown so that the customer will know which card they used. Well, my receipt with the other guys name on it had my numbers there, but the clerk tried to assure me that was a customer number and not a credit card number.
So I then have to convince him that our customer numbers are actually our social security numbers and those aren't my last four digits. He then brings in "the billing specialist".
The "billing specialist" shows up with my receipt. It, surprise surprise, has somebody else's credit card number on it.
After pulling out the FSA card I used and showing them that the last four digits of it were in fact on the bill for that other guy and that the four digits on my receipt didn't match up to any form of ID I have or have ever possessed, they finally agree to turn it over to the actual accounting clerk.
I'm 45 minutes in on this at this point and starting to stew.
So that lady finally opens a side door, invites me to the back and tries to explain to me that the information isn't really available to anybody, so it's all good. I then inform her that she is completely incorrect in more ways than she can possibly imagine.
I reaching a high rolling boil right about now.
She seems to sense that and says, "OK, how about this: why don't I just void both transactions, forego the copays and give you a receipt for that?"
That'll do.
10 more minutes goes by before she comes back. She's looking really sheepish and says, "Well, ummmm...I ummmm...I can't really give you a receipt..."
Me: "Because it has all the information on it, doesn't it?"
Her: "Yes. I'm sorry. But I can show you this part where they've both been voided and cancelled."
So the wife is going to monitor the account over the next few days to see what happens.
I can't order three items, I can't even go to a routine quarterly doctor's exam, without some idiot completely screwing up the works. Living wage? How the hell do they even have the job to begin with?!
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