Bannedjoe
Well-known member
Given the gradually increasing decline of almost everything good in the world, into an abysmal state of mediocrity, we have now not only reached a level of incompetence never seen before, but have gone into an uncontrollable crash dive into a total and complete state of don't give a fuck.
No one seems to be held responsible for anything anymore. Everything is someone else's fault, and no one can be held accountable for their actions.
Customer service has boiled down nothing short of just getting "serviced".
Prices are skyrocketing, quality is plummeting, and from my view, it appears everyone is just accepting all this and no one is willing to say or do anything about it.
On the other hand, when dealing with people who believe or act this way, those of us who are willing to try to do something about it all can't because of the mindset of all those previous mentioned.
It's a hell of a lot like trying to convince a stupid person that they're stupid. It just can't be accomplished, because the stupid are too stupid to see or understand it.
I recently developed an inguinal hernia out of nowhere, for no reason.
I hadn't been lifting anything then, bam! Nothing like that, but it came on slowly and gradually increased in size and pain.
I tried to get in to see my doctor, but due to the aforementioned state of things, combined with the fear of this now year long threat of sickness, my doctor is only working 1 day a week, and any appointment made is going to be many, many, weeks, or possibly even months out.
You can pretty much forget seeing anyone at the ER.
The local wait time just to talk to some is projected at 8 hours or more.
I called my doctors office over and over again, only to be told she'd give me a call.
After weeks of this shit, and surmounting pain, I was able to get a video visit online with her, but only after making certain statements, and shall we say, "threats" to the receptionist that were either going to:
A. Get her fucking attention.
B. Get me arrested and thrown in prison, or
C. Have me spending the rest of my life in Bellvue under serious psychiatric care wearing shackles and receiving hourly treatments of electroshock therapy.
Fortunately, she responded by going with A.
I was immediately transferred to my doctors assistant who asked a few questions, then set up the video conference with my doctor.
The doctor came on my screen, and I on hers as she asked what was going on.
I again repeated everything I had just got done telling her "assistant" which to me seemed to make her assistant's job pretty much worthless.
She daintally danced around the subject of my possible embarrassment or vanity of possibly providing her some pictures.
Pictures? I asked. You want pictures?
I tell you what, You knew all along if you stayed in the medical profession long enough, that someday, somehow, somewhere, you'd eventually get to see my junk.
It was at that very second, and for the very first time in my life I stood up, dropped my drawers and displayed my genitals live, onscreen, to a woman on the internet.
Granted, it was not the state of enlargement I had imagined I would have if I ever in my life showed my dick and balls to a woman on the internet, but I felt it was well worth both our whiles that she see this fine example of my lower intestines trying to make a hurried escape via my scrotum.
After she was satisfied with my unbridled unashamed display, she told me she would put me in touch with a specialist.
A few days later I received a call from this specialists scheduler, who informed me their next appointment available was appx 6 weeks away.
I explained to her that there was no way that that was even close to acceptable, that I needed help right away.
Her response was, do you want the appointment or not?
I asked her, suppose I take the appointment for you to verify what I already know I have, and you schedule me for the surgery I already know I need, how long will it be before you get my operating room reservation booked?
She said at the time, surgeries were over 12 weeks out, or more.
I told her that shit wasn't going to cut it, and tried my tactic previously used on my doctor's office receptionist.
She stopped me in the middle of my spiel saying sir, don't talk that way or we'll have to make a call and send someone out there.
I asked if they would perform the surgery, knowing fully well that wasn't even close to what she had in mind.
I told her, never mind. You can stick your "Phone call", and your appointment up your ass. I'm gonna go find some help somewhere!
An even longer story, way way short, two days later I was in Mexico, paying cash, and going under sedation for hernia surgery.
I know this world is fucked right now, and I'm having a hard time accepting it, but this shit is beyond acceptable.
A little over a year ago, any doctor who saw what was going on with me would have gone, Holy shit! someone get this guy an operation immediately!!!!
Yeah, well not anymore, huh?
No one cares. No one can do anything. Everyone's hands are tied, everything's backed up, out of stock, or just plain gone to shit.
I keep trying to chant Ohhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm, but it just keeps turning into a resounding Fuck you!!!!
That's about all I have to say to anyone anymore. Just, Fuck you!
I try to get along, I try to be polite, but it seems every time I have to encounter the general public, request a service, or do any other thing that we normally used to do with ease, I just walk away shaking my head, throwing my hands in the air and yelling fuck you!!!
Take for example yesterday:
I desperately needed a turn signal flasher relay unit for my car in order to prevent an accident, or quite possibly a traffic ticket, since apparently only those of us approaching, or over the age 60 have any clue about what was once known as hand signals.
Not wanting to wait for Bezo to pop one on a truck and ship it to me, I called the closest auto parts store just a mere 50 miles away.
I gave the guy the year and make of my car, and even included the part numbers off of my dead turn signal relay.
He informed me happily that he had one in stock.
He verified my name and number against the account registered at the store, and told me he'd hold the part for me.
I thanked him, and told him I'd be there fairly soon.
No one seems to be held responsible for anything anymore. Everything is someone else's fault, and no one can be held accountable for their actions.
Customer service has boiled down nothing short of just getting "serviced".
Prices are skyrocketing, quality is plummeting, and from my view, it appears everyone is just accepting all this and no one is willing to say or do anything about it.
On the other hand, when dealing with people who believe or act this way, those of us who are willing to try to do something about it all can't because of the mindset of all those previous mentioned.
It's a hell of a lot like trying to convince a stupid person that they're stupid. It just can't be accomplished, because the stupid are too stupid to see or understand it.
I recently developed an inguinal hernia out of nowhere, for no reason.
I hadn't been lifting anything then, bam! Nothing like that, but it came on slowly and gradually increased in size and pain.
I tried to get in to see my doctor, but due to the aforementioned state of things, combined with the fear of this now year long threat of sickness, my doctor is only working 1 day a week, and any appointment made is going to be many, many, weeks, or possibly even months out.
You can pretty much forget seeing anyone at the ER.
The local wait time just to talk to some is projected at 8 hours or more.
I called my doctors office over and over again, only to be told she'd give me a call.
After weeks of this shit, and surmounting pain, I was able to get a video visit online with her, but only after making certain statements, and shall we say, "threats" to the receptionist that were either going to:
A. Get her fucking attention.
B. Get me arrested and thrown in prison, or
C. Have me spending the rest of my life in Bellvue under serious psychiatric care wearing shackles and receiving hourly treatments of electroshock therapy.
Fortunately, she responded by going with A.
I was immediately transferred to my doctors assistant who asked a few questions, then set up the video conference with my doctor.
The doctor came on my screen, and I on hers as she asked what was going on.
I again repeated everything I had just got done telling her "assistant" which to me seemed to make her assistant's job pretty much worthless.
She daintally danced around the subject of my possible embarrassment or vanity of possibly providing her some pictures.
Pictures? I asked. You want pictures?
I tell you what, You knew all along if you stayed in the medical profession long enough, that someday, somehow, somewhere, you'd eventually get to see my junk.
It was at that very second, and for the very first time in my life I stood up, dropped my drawers and displayed my genitals live, onscreen, to a woman on the internet.
Granted, it was not the state of enlargement I had imagined I would have if I ever in my life showed my dick and balls to a woman on the internet, but I felt it was well worth both our whiles that she see this fine example of my lower intestines trying to make a hurried escape via my scrotum.
After she was satisfied with my unbridled unashamed display, she told me she would put me in touch with a specialist.
A few days later I received a call from this specialists scheduler, who informed me their next appointment available was appx 6 weeks away.
I explained to her that there was no way that that was even close to acceptable, that I needed help right away.
Her response was, do you want the appointment or not?
I asked her, suppose I take the appointment for you to verify what I already know I have, and you schedule me for the surgery I already know I need, how long will it be before you get my operating room reservation booked?
She said at the time, surgeries were over 12 weeks out, or more.
I told her that shit wasn't going to cut it, and tried my tactic previously used on my doctor's office receptionist.
She stopped me in the middle of my spiel saying sir, don't talk that way or we'll have to make a call and send someone out there.
I asked if they would perform the surgery, knowing fully well that wasn't even close to what she had in mind.
I told her, never mind. You can stick your "Phone call", and your appointment up your ass. I'm gonna go find some help somewhere!
An even longer story, way way short, two days later I was in Mexico, paying cash, and going under sedation for hernia surgery.
I know this world is fucked right now, and I'm having a hard time accepting it, but this shit is beyond acceptable.
A little over a year ago, any doctor who saw what was going on with me would have gone, Holy shit! someone get this guy an operation immediately!!!!
Yeah, well not anymore, huh?
No one cares. No one can do anything. Everyone's hands are tied, everything's backed up, out of stock, or just plain gone to shit.
I keep trying to chant Ohhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm, but it just keeps turning into a resounding Fuck you!!!!
That's about all I have to say to anyone anymore. Just, Fuck you!
I try to get along, I try to be polite, but it seems every time I have to encounter the general public, request a service, or do any other thing that we normally used to do with ease, I just walk away shaking my head, throwing my hands in the air and yelling fuck you!!!
Take for example yesterday:
I desperately needed a turn signal flasher relay unit for my car in order to prevent an accident, or quite possibly a traffic ticket, since apparently only those of us approaching, or over the age 60 have any clue about what was once known as hand signals.
Not wanting to wait for Bezo to pop one on a truck and ship it to me, I called the closest auto parts store just a mere 50 miles away.
I gave the guy the year and make of my car, and even included the part numbers off of my dead turn signal relay.
He informed me happily that he had one in stock.
He verified my name and number against the account registered at the store, and told me he'd hold the part for me.
I thanked him, and told him I'd be there fairly soon.
