“Well if that will work for you I will pencil you in for a tentative spot next Wednesday at ten o’clock. And you will be on my wait list in case we have a cancellation before that. Take it easy Julie.” The receptionist hung up the phone and entered something into her computer. After she was done with that she picked the phone up again to ring Dr. Tenner’s office. “Yes Ken, I just got off the phone with Julie Miller and she was having a little trouble today. She said if you had any time to call today, she would appreciate it. Okay, she is down for next Wednesday unless we get a cancellation. Okay, thank you.”
The receptionist turned to the woman seated beside her and said, “I feel so bad when someone calls in and needs help right away and we have to make them wait a week for an appointment. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“If there wasn’t a shortage on therapists we wouldn’t have as bad of a problem. It is basic supply and demand. And with the corona virus, the economy and the state of world affairs we are just over booked. It does feel wrong… but what can we do. There are only so many hours in a day.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tentative
Leigha Robbins 