What a Mickey Mouse operation. I was told to call at 8:15 am to get a same-day appointment for my mother, who needs to be checked up on after having a UTI. I call at 8:15 and get a malfunction tone: one dial, quick busy signal. I try, again and again, no luck. I give up, call the overlord company's 844 number. The operator tells me they're not open until 8:30. I look at the center's site: it says it opens at 8.
"Keep trying," I'm told, "there've been phone problems," as if there is absolutely no way on God's green earth to get through to anybody there. It's like the Walking Dead: no communication. You have to throw parcels of freeze-dried food over the chainlink fence. You have to physically go there and stab zombies in the eye to get them out of the way so you can reach your doctor.
YOU managed to talk to them somehow, i pointed out. There must be more than one phone number for this place. It has employees. They have phones, with phone numbers. Who knows? maybe they keep passenger pigeons. Perhaps by some weird twist of fate they have this new technology I've heard of. I think they call it "email." How are YOU communicating with them? Why can't YOU get through to them and tell them to contact ME on some form of communication device?
Nope, no dice. No other phone number exists. No such thing as email. The overlord company's call center operator got her info from a coworker, who told her to "Just tell her to keep calling."
I hope their medical care is worth all this.
My hopes of that being true are not high.