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I’ll Have Time To Confirm My Appointment When I’m Dead

Please stop making me do your job.

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Has anything ever been achieved, really, by confirming an appointment?

I made a doctor’s appointment two weeks ago and it’s another two weeks away. Do you know how much could happen in two weeks?

I think you do.

For one thing, the world could end. The Earth could be hit by an asteroid. We could have another pandemic on top of the pandemic we’re already having, a kind of virologic layer cake, if you will.

Actually, I think we already have that.

In the next two weeks, I could get hit by a bus. There could be a The Leftovers situation (nope, still haven’t finished it). I could win the lottery and go to a better doctor.

I’m fine with text reminders of appointments, even the ones where you have to REPLY Y TO CONFIRM OR N TO CANCEL. That takes two seconds and doesn’t particularly disrupt my life.

But it’s the voice messages from real people asking me to CALL THE OFFICE TO CONFIRM that make me insane.

What is this, 1947? And why should I have to call the office and wade through the Seven Circles of Phone Menu Hell just to say YES, I KNOW. I MADE THE…