Waiting Rooms...

I was just going to write about waiting rooms at doctors’ offices, but yesterday’s experience in the waiting room of an office for a job interview forced me to expand this post... you’re welcome.

You know how you schedule a physical or checkup or whatever you want to call it for a specific time then the receptionist tells you to be sure to arrive 15 minutes early? Well, I know it might be hard to believe, but I actually do that. It turns out that the idea of being early is silly because the doctor is ALWAYS LATE. You arrive 15 minutes early and he arrives 40 minutes late.  I’m no Asian (they just train their kids better in math) but that seems like I wasted almost an hour of my life sitting in the waiting room with sick people while I pretend to be interested in a 3 year old copy of Entertainment Weekly. It’s like their time is more valuable because they have a Doctorate and I’m unemployed. 

Then, of course, there are other waiting rooms. The most recent example I have is when I went for a job interview and sat in a waiting room with about 12 other people. To try not to upset people and be called racist, I’ll just say that I was alone, ethnically except for a 65 year old guy (I’m 24).  If that didn’t tell me enough about how much I didn’t want the job, there was the fact that some of the applicants had notebook paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a spiral binder with notes about why they were management material. Oh, yea, and SALT, the action film starring Angelina Jolie was playing on the TV. But it wasn’t on TV, they had a DVD playing. Usually, I would appreciate that because I love movies, but I haven’t seen SALT and they didn’t even have a sign posted saying “SPOILER ALERT.” And it’s really weird to have a DVD playing as you wait for a job interview in which they ask you to dress “business professional.” 

That’s it for now...