Busy week. Not had enough time to get everything done. No different from usual really.
Tried to get hold of the copies of some x-rays my son had last year. I phoned the hospital to ask if the copies were ready, only to be told by a very helpful woman that I needed to go there personally to ask the same question. I protested, ‘But you (The hospital – not this particular dunderhead) gave me this number and said to call before I came.’ ‘Well, you have to come anyway, we’re too busy.’ So she wanted me to waste my time, turn up at the hospital, open my mouth and ask the same thing, so she, in turn would have to go and look for the copies, come back and tell me that they are not ready, again. Could she not have just looked in the first place while I was on the phone? I mean, it would have been the same thing. Obviously not.
Now, I shall wander over to the hospital and ask the same question. I’m just waiting to be told that I should have phoned first.
The above is an example of Italy at it’s worst. It is not always like this and I’ve been pleasantly surprised on a few occasions by real efficiency, when I was expecting a real disaster. You never know here, and that’s part of the ‘fun’.
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