April 12th, 2013

Sheryl Nome

Hello, jobcentre

I am currently unemployed. This means that I have to put up with going to the jobcentre, and all the crap that entails on a fortnightly basis.

I'm currently being bumped between several advisers. I have no problem with most of them, but I dread getting one specific one.

There is a note on my job search agreement that I cannot join the Army, or any other branch of the military. I know it's there because I asked my last regular adviser to put it there after my last eye test, and I can see it on the computer screen when my details are pulled up. Every single time I get this one woman as my adviser she recommends, at least once, a military job role that she thinks I should go for. The first time she asked me why I "don't want to" join the Army, and ever since then she's harped on about the reason why I can't join being a total myth designed to weed out the weak and unsure.

She also doesn't seem to particularly care about how practical a job is, to the point of making me fill in a decision maker form (or whatever it's called) to explain why I didn't apply for a job she told me to; I'm sorry, but a 2hr a day, minimum-wage job starting at 7am is not feasible when it's over 2hrs away by buses that don't start until 6am (or 9am on a Sunday) and would cost about £10 a day in fares. I told her this when she pointed the job out, because I'd already seen that job on the jobcentre website. "Only ten miles away", to her, means that I have to apply for it, regardless of the logistics of the matter. It's not the first time she's pulled this trick on me, just the first time she's decided that the other two dozen jobs applied for aren't enough in the face of the one I didn't apply for.

tl;dr jobcentre worker surprisingly is no bloody use at her job
being human mitchell yay

Rude nurse

Hello, this is either my first post here or my first post in years, hope this submission is okay.

A little backstory, I am English, my husband is Norwegian and my daughter has a Norwegian name. We live in Norway but she was born in the UK and subsequently had her early medical care there.

She's about five months old when I take her for a vaccination and the nurse performing them comes out to the waiting room and shouts something that vaguely resembles my daughter's name, it not being a name used in the UK I'm used to there being issues with pronunciation and spelling and this is usually overcome easily enough, it's not a problem. My mother, who's with me in the waiting room says something along the lines of "Excuse me, did you say [daughter's name]?" and the nurse gives us an impatient look and says "Ugh, well something foreign like that any way" and storms back into her room expecting us to follow her.

Now I get it, it can't be fun to have to give babies injections all day every day, but the xenophobia was hardly called for. 

Walmart Pharmacy is trying my patience!

At the beginning of the year our prescription drug coverage allowed us to transfer all of our standing maintenance prescriptions from Caremark to the local Walmart because our employer had received so many complaints about Caremark they had actually devoted a full time employee to dealing with it! I was ECSTATIC! So happy to be done with Caremark.

And then the reality of dealing with Walmart kicked in. =(

It took 9 phone calls and 8 faxes for all of my medications to get filled. Even though my doctor's office was sending them at the same time.
The first month my pain medication was a $25 copay.
The second month it was a $44 copay.
Today they called me... it's going to be a $158 copay.

Yeah... I have to go down there tomorrow and get this straightened out. I have no idea how the copay can go up $123 in 2 months?

Trying to get anyone on the phone is impossible. They put you on hold until it rings back to the store main line.

And somehow... they're still better than caremark.