I'm having a very frantic week at work, and a very frantic day--not so frantic that I can't take 5 minutes to blog, of course, but there are lots of things happening for which I need to be here, physically at my desk to sign off on things etc., and I couldn't afford to be gone for two hours. So when 12:30, then 12:45 rolled around and we were still waiting, I was worried. I said to the receptionist, "Can you tell me how much longer it's going to be? I'm having a really busy day and I need to get back to the office." She said she'd check.
12:55. My husband said, "This is bullshit." We stood up, and I made eye contact with the receptionist. She said, "Oh, it's going to be another half an hour." I told her we were leaving and that I'd call to reschedule. We stalked out.
I am furious. And the worst part is, I'm not even surprised. I don't think I have EVER waited less than an hour for an appointment there, and usually it's closer to two. If the constant delays are because he's taking so much time with each patient, then they should schedule his appointments accordingly. But frankly, taken together with the debacle of last Thanksgiving, the chronic lateness, to me, is just indicative of the disregard my doctor has for patients as human beings with feelings and jobs and lives.
I've been unhappy at this clinic for so long, but this is the last straw. I am never going back there. (And I am putting it in writing, here, so if I get wishy-washy in a week or two you guys can kick my ass and remind me how much I hate him.)
But I'd better like Clinic C (consult on Monday), because it's looking more and more like that's where I'll end up.