The sickest bureaucrats of all are assigned to creating forms. They all agree, among themselves, that it would be much more efficient to have a pre-printed form that people fill in when, for example, they need anything at all.
So when I go to my doctor's office, every time, I have to sit and fill in a form: Name, address, phone, fax, e-mail. Someone else they can contact if necessary (about my bill?). How do I plan to pay for today's services? (check, credit card, prayer?) Age. Marital status, number of children, last period. Cancer? Leukemia? Allergies? Any history of: headaches (is there anyone in the world who never had a headache), backaches, eyestrain, nausea, vomiting, problems sleeping, acne? Anyone in my family have any history of: (list). Is my father/mother still living? If no, what did they die from, and when?
And I'm sitting in a chair with my blood pressure rising, my rage bubbling up from deep inside thinking: I'm here for a Flu Shot!! And I get so mad about having my time wasted with this nonsense that I get a headache, and I begin to feel nauseaus. So I have to go back and change the form and admit that sometimes, I get headaches and feel pukey.
Who was it? Some feminist said your stuff expands to fill the space available. Your work expands to fill the time available. And I will add: the number of ridiculous forms we have to fill out expands based upon the number of completely useless bureaucrats available.




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Posted October 6, 2007 | 08:03 PM (EST)