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Well, I haven't had much to do with customers lately, so it's taken me a while to collect these. But they're good ones. I'm putting them in Sightings because I never actually interracted with any SCs.
You need a refill why?
I was in the office when the manager popped in and asked the vet if he'd take a call. Seems a customer had called in about getting a refill on a pet's meds, but something was a bit off. The vet takes the call, and here's an approximation of his side of the conversation.
"Yes, this is Dr. Vet. Ah yes Mrs. Customer, I remember, your dog Spot. Yes. Yes. Is it, you'll be unable to pick up the meds when you will run out, so you want to go ahead and get them now?"
"....That's odd. You shouldn't have run out for another three months. Have you been sure to give him the proper doseage? Yes, twice a day? Well, that's right, but you shouldn't have run out just yet. Is it possible a bottle went missing?"
"...No ma'am, I'm sure you're very organized. No ma'am, I wasn't questioning... I'm just concerned for Spot, I wanted to make sure..."
"Well, ma'am, if you've been giving him the pills at the proper doseage and haven't lost any, it just seems odd that you've run out already."
".............."
".......You did what?!"
"...Ma'am, I strongly urge you not to do that again. These pills are for SPOT. They are meant for dogs, not humans."
Okay, now I'm intrigued.
"...Ma'am, I'm afraid under the circumstances, you'll have to bring Spot in for another physical if you want to receive a refill. Good day."
The vet hangs up, rubs his forehead. and turns back to the manager. "She was giving them to her son!"
Yep, that's right, the lady decided her grade school son could benefit from the elderly dog's sedatives. *shudders*
i can haz Secret Hideout?
This is not a SC story, but a cute little intermission before the finale.
I'm in charge of handling the money, so I go into the safes at each hospital. At the final hospital, DW, I just leave them open until I've fiddled with all the bags and envelopes, so I can drop it back in afterwards.
So I do my usual, take the money out, leave the safe open, organize the bags on the counter. I finish, pack them neatly into a plastic bag, and go back to drop them in... and there's eyes staring up at me from the darkness.
See, each hospital has a house cat, kept around as a blood donor and just for company. DW's cat is Cricket, a shy and somewhat eccentric little mister. When he saw that big open safe hole, all nice and cylindrical, well he just had to climb inside and make it his little secret lair. And he would NOT come out. He dug his claws into the sides and held on for dear life. I'd tug, and say "Come out!" and he'd cling and say "Nrroooo!" and I'd say "Come out!" and he'd say "Nrroooooo!" It took a good ten minutes before he gave up.
He's been sulking ever since. Today I stopped by, and kept the safe closed this time, and he just sat there glaring at me.
Wait, that's not my name.
Here's my big story, and it's not a SC story. Now, as my friends could tell you, I'm a bit oblivious. As it was put once, "the situational awareness of a rubber duck." And when I'm concentrating, it only gets worse.
So I'm doing my rounds, doing my thing, fiddling with bags and paperwork, and a guys comes up to me. I don't know him, but recognize by his clothes that he's Kennel staff. He says something to me. I don't really hear him, but assume I'm in his way since I'm hogging the lab space to put the papers on. I move, he takes something out of the cabinet where I was, I move back to get back to work-
And Judy (name changed), the manager, yells "Kevin *name changed*! In the office NOW!"
I jump, because Judy never yells, and she sounds furious enough to chew his skin off. He trudges into the office, and Judy asks me, in a more normal tone, if I can wait around in the lab until she comes back.
I wait, trying hard to remember what he said to me. It sounded like "Something something Cat", which is my name *not changed* (and as you can imagine, being named Cat in a vet hospital causes alot of mistakes. "We need to declaw this cat-" "What? Did you call me?" "No, sorry... just talking about the cat.").
Judy comes back, and tells me that Kevin won't be a problem anymore. I say "He was a problem?" and she gives me a weird look.
Turns out, what he actually said was "Move it, cracker." And he had the misfortune of saying this in hearing range of a female manager of the same ethnicity as him, who promptly sent him packing.
And thus I was the cause of someone being fired for reverse racism, and still managed to miss the whole thing. *sigh* I never get any good stories.
You need a refill why?
I was in the office when the manager popped in and asked the vet if he'd take a call. Seems a customer had called in about getting a refill on a pet's meds, but something was a bit off. The vet takes the call, and here's an approximation of his side of the conversation.
"Yes, this is Dr. Vet. Ah yes Mrs. Customer, I remember, your dog Spot. Yes. Yes. Is it, you'll be unable to pick up the meds when you will run out, so you want to go ahead and get them now?"
"....That's odd. You shouldn't have run out for another three months. Have you been sure to give him the proper doseage? Yes, twice a day? Well, that's right, but you shouldn't have run out just yet. Is it possible a bottle went missing?"
"...No ma'am, I'm sure you're very organized. No ma'am, I wasn't questioning... I'm just concerned for Spot, I wanted to make sure..."
"Well, ma'am, if you've been giving him the pills at the proper doseage and haven't lost any, it just seems odd that you've run out already."
".............."
".......You did what?!"
"...Ma'am, I strongly urge you not to do that again. These pills are for SPOT. They are meant for dogs, not humans."
Okay, now I'm intrigued.
"...Ma'am, I'm afraid under the circumstances, you'll have to bring Spot in for another physical if you want to receive a refill. Good day."
The vet hangs up, rubs his forehead. and turns back to the manager. "She was giving them to her son!"
Yep, that's right, the lady decided her grade school son could benefit from the elderly dog's sedatives. *shudders*
i can haz Secret Hideout?
This is not a SC story, but a cute little intermission before the finale.
I'm in charge of handling the money, so I go into the safes at each hospital. At the final hospital, DW, I just leave them open until I've fiddled with all the bags and envelopes, so I can drop it back in afterwards.
So I do my usual, take the money out, leave the safe open, organize the bags on the counter. I finish, pack them neatly into a plastic bag, and go back to drop them in... and there's eyes staring up at me from the darkness.
See, each hospital has a house cat, kept around as a blood donor and just for company. DW's cat is Cricket, a shy and somewhat eccentric little mister. When he saw that big open safe hole, all nice and cylindrical, well he just had to climb inside and make it his little secret lair. And he would NOT come out. He dug his claws into the sides and held on for dear life. I'd tug, and say "Come out!" and he'd cling and say "Nrroooo!" and I'd say "Come out!" and he'd say "Nrroooooo!" It took a good ten minutes before he gave up.
He's been sulking ever since. Today I stopped by, and kept the safe closed this time, and he just sat there glaring at me.
Wait, that's not my name.
Here's my big story, and it's not a SC story. Now, as my friends could tell you, I'm a bit oblivious. As it was put once, "the situational awareness of a rubber duck." And when I'm concentrating, it only gets worse.
So I'm doing my rounds, doing my thing, fiddling with bags and paperwork, and a guys comes up to me. I don't know him, but recognize by his clothes that he's Kennel staff. He says something to me. I don't really hear him, but assume I'm in his way since I'm hogging the lab space to put the papers on. I move, he takes something out of the cabinet where I was, I move back to get back to work-
And Judy (name changed), the manager, yells "Kevin *name changed*! In the office NOW!"
I jump, because Judy never yells, and she sounds furious enough to chew his skin off. He trudges into the office, and Judy asks me, in a more normal tone, if I can wait around in the lab until she comes back.
I wait, trying hard to remember what he said to me. It sounded like "Something something Cat", which is my name *not changed* (and as you can imagine, being named Cat in a vet hospital causes alot of mistakes. "We need to declaw this cat-" "What? Did you call me?" "No, sorry... just talking about the cat.").
Judy comes back, and tells me that Kevin won't be a problem anymore. I say "He was a problem?" and she gives me a weird look.
Turns out, what he actually said was "Move it, cracker." And he had the misfortune of saying this in hearing range of a female manager of the same ethnicity as him, who promptly sent him packing.
And thus I was the cause of someone being fired for reverse racism, and still managed to miss the whole thing. *sigh* I never get any good stories.
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