Scar was very observant...

I spent almost 20 minutes tonight, long distance, talking to well over a dozen people who hold jobs in a hospital and its associated hospice, who answer the phones, but have no idea how to USE those phones. They can't transfer calls, they can't look up numbers, they have no idea what number they are answering... it's a wonder these people are still living. Thank goodness for gun control. My dad is now in hospice, and knows his floor, his wing, and his bed number. But because the extension numbers in hospice don't correlate to the room number, he didn't know his phone number. And the organization apparently only hires people whose IQ is no more than one-third of their shoe size. He spent almost four hours waiting on someone to bring him his requested pitcher of ice water. THEN they forgot to bring him a cup. An hour later, still no cup. No toilet paper in the bathroom, either. How come these people are walking around loose? They shouldn't be in a hospital, they need to be in law school somewhere. If they were any stupider they could run for public office. Sheesh....