July 5th, 2007


David's Bridal

So I'm in a friend's wedding. She picked out shoes at David's Bridal. The Bride left instructions with a worker about the colors the shoes are going to be dyed. Everything is suppose to be hunky dory and this is where the bad begins.

Girls were ignored and had to ASK for someone to help them. Keep in mind no one was really doing anything.
The workers were completely rude.
Workers called the girls stupid.
One worker told two of the girls that the bride was fucking stupid.
One worker told one girl that her feet were too big to be in a wedding.
Shoes were tossed at another girl.
They lost a pair of shoes and told the girl that she'd have to buy them again.
The answer to 'how long it'll be until the shoes are in?' is: "shut up all ready"

When I go to try on my shoes, I didn't know any of this. I go and get my shoes, and then I decide to try on wedding dresses. Keep in mind that none of the workers really paid me much attention. I picked out a few dresses and headed towards the dressing room when one of the workers asks me what I think I'm doing. She told me that I couldn't touch the dresses because I wasn't registered. Fine, whatever I register so I can try the dresses on. So I sat there for 5 minutes waiting to fill the paper work out. Then the girl tells me I'm lying about my bra size and I should fit fine into a 36C. (I am much bigger) Then she stuffs, and I do mean STUFFS me into a dress that was too small. When Elizabeth Swan said: Women in London must've learned not to breathe, I know exactly what she meant. She then tells me that I need to pick out bigger sizes when she was the one who grabbed the dress off the rack.

All and all, I am seriously doubting I am going to use David's Bridal for my wedding. Now if they would only stop calling
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[boston legal] facepalm.

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I suppose it's not horrible service, but I just really hate when the pharmacy techs try to play doctor.

I've been having some issues with my anti-depressant lately (that it made me gain 30 lbs in 3 months, basically) and I asked my doctor to switch me. I can't go on SSRI drugs (prozac, paxil, etc) because they make me even more nuts than I already am. He put me on Wellbutrin SR 150mg, which is all well and good, but it's $80 a month because I have no insurance. So I ask him to call in something different for this reason. He does, and I call the pharmacy.

Me: Hi, I'd like to see if a script has been called in.
Pharm Tech: Name?
Me: tasteofdesire. Can you tell me how much the new script costs? I wanted to switch off for a less expensive one.
Pharm: Ah, I see. Well, it appears that the script that your doctor called in is actually MORE expensive than the one you were on previously.
Me: Okay. Just out of curiousity, how much more?
Pharm: it's VERY expensive.
Me: How much?
Pharm: VEEEEERY expensive.
Me: Fine. Nevermind then, I'll stick with the old one.
Pharm: You know, you could always go on Paxil.
Me: Excuse me?
Pharm: If you need a cheap anti-depressant. Paxil is cheap.
Me: I can't use any SSRI, unfortunately. I know they're cheaper, but I'll just have to work it out somehow, because I can't use them.
Pharm: How about Prozac? Prozac is cheap, too!
Pharm: *sounds offended* Well how am *I* supposed to know that?

I promptly hung up. Won't be going to THAT pharmacy anymore!

Horrible Service at East Texas Medical Center Rehab

My mom had both of her knees replaced two weeks ago. About four days after the surgery they moved her from the small private hospital where she'd had it done over to one of the two rehab hospitals here in town (and the only one covered by her insurance plan).

For the most part she got pretty good care. They pushed her and made her work, but that's what rehab is for. Unfortunately, we had one experience that made the whole stay about a hundred times worse.

Last Saturday evening my mom was using the bathroom in the room she shared when the other woman's visitor, a middle-aged man, walked in on her. He then proceeded to stand there and stare at her while apologizing, and only left the bathroom after she asked him to. That would be horrifying enough, but my mom has been sexually assaulted twice in her life and this incident caused her to go into hysterics. She called for the nurse and it took him 20 minutes to respond, by which time she was crying so hard she threw up. By the time my sister and I got there, they had decided to move her to a private room, because they said they couldn't force her roommate to not have him as a visitor.

On Sunday the visitor came to her new room to "apologize" and didn't knock, and again just walked in. Thankfully, this time she was dressed and my sister was there to run him out, but it sent her back into hysterics. She didn't feel safe at all, and someone wound up staying with her every night just in case. So, on Monday the nurse manager comes to see her mom tells her this story. The nurse manager basically tells my mother that she's overreacting and needs to focus on her PT. She says they can't police visitors. My mother tells her that if he comes near her again, she's calling the police, and then asks for a counselor.

In my whole life I have never heard my mother ask for mental help. This was a huge thing and took a lot of courage on her part. The nurse manager said she would have the psychologist come by the next day. He never showed. It's Thursday, and she was discharged, and he never came by in spite of us asking at least twice a day. I'm so furious about this I can barely speak. She was clearly in distress, she asked for a counselor, and they have one on staff, and STILL she was denied services.

We've decided to write everything up and then alert the hospital admin and the governing body that accredited the place to see if we can do anything about her being denied the services she needed and was promised. Any advice?
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OMG Shoes!

I HATE Victoria's Secret...I just hate it!

I despise bitch workers at clothing stores. I absolutely hate them.

As a girl who is larger than a size 20, I don't like going into mall clothing stores unless its Lane Bryant, Avenue, certain Old Navy stores, Wal*Mart and Target. In case you couldn't tell, those all stores that carry plus size clothing. Most stores don't...and I got a very, very, VERY rude reminder as to just how intolerant the bitch workers at some clothing stores can be towards plus size ladies.

On Monday, I go into Victoria's Secret in the hopes that they may carry panties in my size (larger than a Large), and I ask a sales bitch (trust me she deserved this title) if they carry the underwear in larger sizes (and yes, I actually did not know that they didn't).

This bitch looks at me up and down....and then...SHE LAUGHS. She actually LAUGHS. I was insulted and infuriated and it took all of my self-control and strength not to throw her into one of the displays.

So, calmly, sweetly, I ask her if I could see her manager.

And to quote my thoughts "Right F***ing NOW"

The manager comes over and me, trying not to kill something, tell her what just happened. The manager was not happy in the least and tried to placate me by offering some store credit.

(no one yell at me for this)

I declined...flat out refused and told her that I was never coming back into a Victoria's Secret as long as I walked the earth, but thanked her for listening. And then, I walked out. I wasn't happy.

Stupid entitled bitches who think they're better than everyone else.....*growls*

EDIT: I took out something that I never should have put it in to begin with because it was just as rude. Thanks to all who pointed it out. (and have since removed the "skinny bitch" lines, too)
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