[quote=“GuyInTaiwan”]Paniolo: Well, the problem is much deeper. Taiwan’s education system actively discourages people from thinking. Anyone with any verve wouldn’t be working in a bank for twenty something thousand NT per month, so I really doubt if throwing a whole lot of training at an employee would help, especially given the general quality of training I’ve seen.
That said, when people join the bank, I’m sure they’re told that if they fuck up, they bear the consequences (and why shouldn’t they?). If people really don’t think they’re capable of doing the job correctly, or the risk worries them too much, then they shouldn’t accept the job in the first place. There shouldn’t be an “incompetence buffer” built into the bank’s financial operations. I wouldn’t invest in such a company, and who in his right mind would?
I wish they had more of these kind of policies here to scare these fuckwits into using the two brain cells they actually have instead of coasting through a work day as though it’s all too fucking hard for them. Fuck, huge numbers of these clowns supposedly graduated both high school and university, yet I wouldn’t even give them some loose change and ask them to go down the street and buy me an ice cream unless they’d been drilled, tested and re-tested on it at least 17,000 times every week in junior high school.
Last night, I went to see a doctor at a hospital. My number for collecting my medicine was 803. When I got there, the number was 798. As it got closer, I moved closer, such that the woman behind the desk could see that at 802, I was practically about to leap onto the counter. So then she skipped straight to 806. I had this WTF?! moment. This other guy stepped up to get 804 and the lady served him. I did another WTF?! So, my girlfriend asked what was going on. The lady first claimed that I hadn’t been there in time. Then, she claimed that she hadn’t in fact skipped past my number, because, yes, 806 does come after 798, but before 803 and how fucking stupid, rude and just plainly inconvenient for us to point out that maybe they should get a human being who can count, not a fucking squirrel randomly pushing buttons hoping that if she pushes enough random buttons quickly enough a fucking acorn will drop onto her desk and she can go and sell it and open a night market stall selling deep-fried pigs’ scrota. She tried to make us look like we’d fucked up rather than admit she’d made a mistake. If that had been the case, we would have thought it fair enough, instead we went away thinking this was “bring your retarded child to work” day.
While I’m at it, the doctor was a fucking moron too. My other doctor (who had sent me to him for a second opinion) had sent me for an x-ray a couple of months before and gone through a lengthy explanation showing me what was wrong on the x-ray. So then the new guy claimed there was no x-ray, and sent me for a new x-ray. I told him I’d already had an x-ray, but he claimed I hadn’t because it wasn’t on the computer (although there were other, older x-rays on there). Yet he didn’t raise an eyebrow at the possibility that, despite having seen the first doctor several times, that doctor supposedly hadn’t sent me for an x-ray, yet had seen fit to give me steroid injections, prescribe a whole lot of medicine, and send me to the physical therapy department. Nah, of course he hadn’t done an x-ray and of course you wouldn’t think that was odd. Fuck, who are these people, and which planet did they just arrive from?
Chalk another couple up for the “Another Example of Someone Fucking-up and Trying to Save Face by Blatantly Lying about It” column. A classic example of some fucking zombies going through the motions who should have a little more fear in their lives for their job security/pay.
I think I’ve turned a corner. Despite the mock angst, this kind of stuff doesn’t work me up now. I actually look forward to it because you couldn’t make this kind of shit up and it’s providing me with a huge collection of amusing stories.[/quote]
Although your pissed, I prefer to find a rational explanation, and the simplest here seems to be that the woman has no control over thhe computer system, she presses the button and the number pops up, you collect.
Two possible reasons why you were skipped by her
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the pharmacist was still counting out your medicine but a different pharmacist counting simpler orders had worked faster than and overtaking the one making up your prescription, since they may be responsible in money for missing medicine, they may have had to phone the Dr to confirm a 10xday or 1xday dosage or the name of a new branded medicament or generic, ie, you prescribed Xantholine and I know you get a 50dollar kickback from the pharma coy for prescribing that, but we ran out so can I give him ethitalene?
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The pharmacists work in 2 groups with the first working on one counter operator and the second working with the other counter operator, therefore these groups respectively hand the prepared prescriptions to “their” counter person and your counter person was the other lady
The woman’s general ambivalence and explanation of “806 is after 803” would then be plausable in both, she just couldnt be arsed to explain that to you as you are the 50th person that day to get pissed, but then just walk away. Further, had she explaind it, she would have burned 3 minutes and make her slower and been labelled inefficient.