September 26th, 2006


I just. want. some. chicken!

I don't eat beef or pork. Beef makes me ill, and I just don't like pork. (yet for some reason I have thing for bacon and prosciutto...but pork, ew.)

I went for lunch with my coworker to a Chinese restaurant we frequent. Usually I order a lunch combo but today I was up for just a snack so I ordered the chicken rice wrap. I asked to make sure there was no pork or beef (I always ask, just to be sure) and the waitress said she would mention it to the kitchen to make certain.

So the meal came out with sausage in it. Yuck! I sent it back and the waitress was appalled. By this point we only had about 15 minutes to get out of there and there wasn't much time to wait for more food, but the waitress said she could get me a small portion of chicken chow mein. I said that sounded great, but she quickly came out of the kitchen and said that they refused to accommodate me because chow mein was part of the lunch combo and I couldn't order half a lunch combo. Even though it was the kitchen's fault I couldn't eat my food.

Grr! I felt so sorry for the waitress because she was trying really hard to get me something I could eat. So there is some good service in there too.
Varga Girl

Hospital stay

Recap: Two weeks ago my boyfriend, M, came down with appendicitis and I had to rush him to the hospital. While still in the ER, he was running a fever of about 100+ degrees. They took him up to what was going to be his room while they waited for the surgeon to finish up with another patient. During the whole time we were in the ER and his room, he was being given morphine for his pain. He is one of those guys that is a non-complainer, the fact that he even called me while I was at work to tell me he was in pain alerted me as to how bad off he was. He is the kind who will cut off his finger and still go to work.
Anyway, he goes into surgury and comes out fine, but obviously, in pain. He asks me to ask the nurse for his next morphine injection. During the surgury a shift change occured, and I had to figure out who his new night nurse was. I found her and said that M was asking for his pain medication, and could she please get it to him. She looked at me like I was asking her to give him some crack, and replied with an additude "Uh, no. I can't do that." I am perplexed and ask why not? She says with the same additude "I can't give him THAT!" Like I was crazy for even asking! Unsure what to do, I tell M that she refused and we figured that maybe he wasn't supposed to get the morphine anymore, and he would be recieveing something else soon.
A couple hours go by. He is still in pain, and is still running a fever. I use the call buttton this time and the same nurse comes into the room. He asks for pain medication and some Tylonol for the fever. She gives me her usual *look* and says no, she won't give him that. If we wanted his fever down he should be using this breathing machine someone had places in the room. (while I wasn't there and he was asleep I might add, so we had no idea what it was for.) She said that people normally run fevers after surgury and the breathing thing would get rid of it. I countered he snotty remarks with "well if you would check his chart, you would see that he has been running this fever since long before the surgury, so that is not the source." She really didn't have much to say about that. After M begs her for some pain medication, she finally begrugingly gives him a Lortab, becuase it had aceteometiphin (Tylonol) in it, and according to his chart she's not supposed to actually give him Tylonol until his fever reaches 101+ degrees. (By this point, his temp was literally .2 degrees under that). This is the first time we are given an actualy reson why he is being denied something, and apparently is the first time she has even bothered looking at his chart.It does not bring down the fever or even touch the pain he was in. This situation goes on all night and into the next morning. (I know, I stayed there the whole night.)
The next day, around 11 am the surgeon comes into see M, and asks how his pain was. M said "It would be better if they would give me something for it." The surgon looks confused, so I explain what happened during the night. The doc gets a weird look on his face and says "I ordered that M recieve Morphine every hour, plus Lortab every 4 hours, he is suposed to be getting both at the same time!" He runs out and gets the morning nurse plus the nursing supervisor. They immidiatly give him both medications and apologize up the wazoo for what had happened. They said his night nurse had been in nursing for years and they couldn't figure out why she would deny him pain meds, yada yada yada. We accepted the apology and requested that he not get the same nurse again, which was granted.
It just kills me to know he suffered all night long with no relief, and if she did look at his chart that one time she would have known he was supposed to be getting morhine every hour, and was just holding back for her own personal reasons. I was told that they would "look into it", and I'm wondering if I should call back there to see what was done about the situation or if they were just pacifying us, but I don't want to make a mountain out of a molehill if that's the case. Advice?
baby blue eyes

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Reposted with permission from a friend's journal. This friend is going to be the maid of honor in my wedding NEXT WEEK; she's been trying to order her bridesmaid dress since spring. Under the cut is an explanation of why she will never shop at this bridal store again, even if she gets married 16 times or is in 50 more weddings, with a summary by me at the end. (All grammatical errors under the cut are hers, I just broke it up into paragraphs.) Collapse )

I understand about estimated shipping times not always being accurate, especially on sample or demo items, but this has just gotten ridiculous. For crying out loud, they gave her the run-around about seeing the samples for THREE MONTHS then had the gall to tell her, "Since you've waited so long to order you have to pay a rush fee," and then the dress wasn't even in by their promised date. Since they took no measurements, only telling her to order a size larger than what she normally wears, of course the dress doesn't fit. She's also having to pay an extra $15 on top of the alterations charge just so someone at this store can literally WALK DOWN THE BLOCK to take the dress to a different bridal store that actually does alterations. She should have just taken the dress down to the other store herself and saved $15. Since the other bridal store is the one I had my alterations done at, I just called them to make sure they knew her dress was there and needed to be done this week. Apparently the store she bought the dress from told them the wedding was November 6, not October 6, so they bumped her back in the queue. They're working on it now, though.

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Bad Service At Albertson's Grocery Store

So my mom was looking for a specific brand of nasal spray for me on a lone shopping trip.

She couldn't find it and asked the pharmacist for help. As I understand it, the pharmacist just blibber-blabbered, refusing, for whatever reason, to get up and point it out. Maybe she didn't know. Maybe she was lazy. Maybe she had a huge migraine.

But it gets worse. My mom -did- find it, only it was just a BIT out of her reach. She asked an employee to summon help. -Tall- help.

After an interminable wait, along came a manager. Who was shorter then she was. After some irrelevant nonsense about the 'tall employee' being on break, my mom finally settled for another brand of nasal spray and tried to check out. Boy, was that a mistake.

One mis-press by the cashier's long fingernails and everything ended up having to be rebagged and rescanned and OY. Granted, we did get a porkchop for free because it had been mispriced to begin with and the cashier didn't want to re-deal with it with the re-bagging but it just was not worth the hassle.

And here I thought it was just the one Albertson's near us that was bad. We stopped going there because the customer service desk acted as if they hated us personally and the pharamacists were just horribly scary.