Sweet as punch...
That's what the receptionist at my doctor's office was when I called to see if I could come pick up copies of my test results. Not the normally rude person she's been in the past. Although she does recognize me by name now; I suspect that flag has changed from a yellow Post-it to something that beeps, or glows in the dark.
I can get them tomorrow, after I sign a release, of course.
I can get them tomorrow, after I sign a release, of course.
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Don't you just get the feeling they are breathing a sigh of relief? It's almost like, "Phew...She's someone else's problem now." Something tells me my doctor shouldn't be so happy I'm leaving, ya know?
They don't actually know I'm leaving yet, although maybe they suspect it; I just told them I wanted the results for my personal files. In the sweetest voice I could muster.
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