Receptionists at the doctors.
Thin lipped sneering bitches. If you hate the job that much, Fuck off!
Would it kill you to be nice? Sick people bother you at all?
(waxdart hello., Thu 27 May 2010, 17:11, 11 replies)

Agreed.
Yup, add to that the sour-faced GP pharmacist who tuts at me as if I'm pond-life when I pick up my prescription for Seroxat. They keep me sane; I'm not some sort of crackhead, you rancid whore!
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Thu 27 May 2010, 17:28, closed)

This deserves a post of it's own
Fucked if I want to discuss my personal and private health matters with the teenage turd working behind the counter at the chemist.

"Have I taken this drug before?"
Yes I have you nauseating little fucker.

"Are you on any other medication?"
Yes I am.

"What is it?"
Mind your own business you nosy little shit hat, that it between me and my GP. These meds keep me alive and stop my bones turning to dust. I know more about these meds than you will ever know, now fuck off and get my drugs, you cunt!

It is the utter contempt I have for these people, when they try to tell me that as a person who has had serious pain control problems, that I don't know how to take a paracetamol! I want a chemist to be quick, have my meds in stock and shut the fuck up when they give them to me and not want to discuss my delicate and tender mental health in front of a group of shaking methadone addicts. Oh the arrogance of it, what a load of utter shit eating cunts. Fuck, I am angry today, oops, forgot to take my meds. Meds that I will be on for the rest of my fucking life!
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Thu 27 May 2010, 18:58, closed)

This one always makes me smile...
www.newsbiscuit.com/2009/10/07/doctors-receptionist-breaks-record-by-with-zero-gp-appointments-386/
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Thu 27 May 2010, 17:33, closed)

The receptionist at the dentist
is a fucking miserable old harridan with a face like a smacked arse.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Thu 27 May 2010, 17:38, closed)

ah yes
but out of thirty people who come into a GPs surgery one morning, five will be actually sick, fifteen will want sick notes for an illness that's mysteriously vanished and ten will be there just to be cunts.
( sanityclause is waiting until, Thu 27 May 2010, 18:07, closed)

Also the fact that if you ask to make an appointment with your doctor some of the receptionists ask why you need to see the doc.
Now correct me if I'm wrong, but why would the receptionist need to know about the fact that I had come off my bike and one of my balls was the size of a ripe orange.

Doctors receptionists I totally agree with hating!
(Mensa Reject has gone out, I'll be back on, Thu 27 May 2010, 18:33, closed)

The receptionist has no right to know what you're there for.
When they ask, I take pleasure in replying 'I will discuss that with the doctor.'

I'm clever enough to know a. whether the practice nurse can help me and b. that the practice nurse would probably send me to the doctor anyway.

I haven't always been this clever. A few years ago, after a traumatic event, I rang for a doctor's appointment because I was completely dazed and stressed.
Caught offguard, I told the receptionist why I was ringing, and was told 'You don't need the doctor for that. You're not ill.'

A while later, when I did manage to see the doctor, I told him this. He took note and the receptionists were soon treated to 'retraining', including, I inferred, an almighty bollocking.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 28 May 2010, 9:48, closed)

I agree with this also. My doctor is great but the receptionist needs sacking as she is rude, tactless and cold. Not great when you are trying to explain to her without having hysterics that your husband has had a severe mental breakdown and needs to see someone asap.
(TruckfulsOfWoo, Thu 27 May 2010, 19:58, closed)

We're in the weird situation
where all the doctors in the surgery are vile and about as much use as a condom machine in a convent, while the receptionist (lifelong Salvation Army member and long time friend of my mum) is an absolute sweetheart to everyone she encounters. Just went in this afternoon to pick up my dad's prescription and ended up chatting for ages since it was quiet.
( Dave McF wrote some words on, Thu 27 May 2010, 21:23, closed)

"Would you rather see the nurse?"
Is often asked.

My response of "Can the nurse prescribe Diazepam and Tramadol?" (which I'm no longer allowed to get on repeat and they're fully aware of this) is generally met with a disgruntled "no".

Then I get "the next appointment is a week tomorrow at 0850, is that ok?". "Yup, as long as I can come in here to have my hips, knees, shoulders and wrists re-located when they pop out and I have no pills." I get a so-called 'emergency appointment' for later on the next day. It helps when I do the crunchy thing with one of the afore-mentioned joints too... :)

There's an email going about where a guy embarrasses a receptionist. I'll try to find it, it's funny! :)

EDIT:

Here's the email.

They always ask at the doctor's reception why you are there, and you have to answer in front of others what's wrong and sometimes it is embarrassing. There's nothing worse than a Doctor's Receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong with you, in a room full of other patients. I know most of us have experienced this, and I love the way this old guy handled it.

A 75-year-old man walked into a crowded waiting room and approached the desk. The Receptionist said, 'Yes sir, what are you seeing the Doctor for today?'

'There's something wrong with my dick', he replied.

The receptionist became irritated and said, 'You shouldn't come into a crowded waiting room and say things like that. '

'Why not, you asked me what was wrong and I told you,' he said.

The Receptionist replied; 'Now you've caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the Doctor in private.'

The man replied, 'You shouldn't ask people questions in a roomful of strangers if the answer could embarrass anyone. The man walked out, waited several minutes, and then re-entered.

The Receptionist smiled smugly and asked, 'Yes??'

'There's something wrong with my ear,' he stated.

The Receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice. 'And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?'

'I can't piss out of it,' he replied.

The waiting room erupted in laughter.
(WeeJen, Thu 27 May 2010, 21:36, closed)

That's a good start to a friday after noon
thank you.:)
(waxdart hello., Fri 28 May 2010, 13:38, closed)