I am seriously frustrated with the distinctive lack of urgency when I try to get people to push through things I need, whether it’s my medication, or an answer about my leave. It makes me angry at the lack of consideration for my needs. I’m not asking for anything unreasonable, just my medication and some idea of when I might start getting some money coming in from a leave bank I paid into.
Oh, wait… apparently that is unreasonable.
Obviously, I have no respect for procedure and protocol. Don’t I get, that nothing can happen until all the paperwork is filed, reviewed, re-reviewed, investigated, debated, and finally approved… when the one person who can approve it gets back from vacation? Doing anything to circumvent the system would cause a total collapse in the space time continuum! The whole world would plunge into chaos! No one will be able to figure out what they are supposed to do… everything will come to a grinding halt! The bureaucrats would have nothing to stamp; Dear God Mrs. Ehlert, won’t you please think of the bureaucrats!
*deep breath*
For once, perhaps, it would be nice if people would think about the person making all these… silly little requests. That, I’m not snapping my fingers and making people run like crazy for my health…
Wait a minute… yes, actually I am!
My health, well being, and lively hood are all tied up and depending on other people to do, what ever their job says they need to do, in order for me to actually start getting critical components that I need for my health; not to mention what I need to pay bills, buy food, etc. I do not make phone calls just for the sake of interrupting someone’s work day, I don’t take perverse pleasure in forcing someone to check the status of my medication request; I just want answers.
If people are going to insist on doing everything ‘by the book’, then they need to either be willing to provide regular updates or else put up with my calling and pestering them, even to the point where I start getting a little… testy. And if there is some perverse pleasure to be had in seeing just how many hoops I’m willing to jump through before I start to get irritated… be prepared to be strangled by those hoops.
The world might end if someone actually tried to be efficient and helped me in a timely manner, but if I am kept in this holding pattern for too much longer…
The end of the world is gonna start looking pretty damn appealing compared to the hell I will start raising.
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