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Jun. 30th, 2005 01:27 pmSo I've got an example superbill printed up, and I need to fax it to this doctor's office for her approval.
I call the doctor's office to ask for their fax number.
I look at the superbill as I'm asking for the fax number and I see... the fax number.
I go -_-;;.
I fax the superbill.
I realize as soon as the fax machine spits it out that I've forgotten to put the "date of birth" field on it.
I call the office manager at the doctor's office and tell her to disregard the superbill I just sent.
I put the "date of birth" field on the superbill.
I print a new copy and put it in the fax machine. I dial. I hit start. Fax machine rings, then beeps. And beeps. And beeps. And gives up. WTF?
I try again about... ten more times.
I realize I'm trying to fax shit to their voice number. Now, in my defense, there's a single digit difference. But... ten times. Yeah.
I call the voice number, apologize profusely, and explain that I am apparently having a bad brain day. The office manager dies laughing.
I apologize some more, hang up, and fax the superbill. To their fax machine.
Today's Boneheaded Sarah Maneuver brought to you by the letter "spee" and the number "eleventyteen."
I call the doctor's office to ask for their fax number.
I look at the superbill as I'm asking for the fax number and I see... the fax number.
I go -_-;;.
I fax the superbill.
I realize as soon as the fax machine spits it out that I've forgotten to put the "date of birth" field on it.
I call the office manager at the doctor's office and tell her to disregard the superbill I just sent.
I put the "date of birth" field on the superbill.
I print a new copy and put it in the fax machine. I dial. I hit start. Fax machine rings, then beeps. And beeps. And beeps. And gives up. WTF?
I try again about... ten more times.
I realize I'm trying to fax shit to their voice number. Now, in my defense, there's a single digit difference. But... ten times. Yeah.
I call the voice number, apologize profusely, and explain that I am apparently having a bad brain day. The office manager dies laughing.
I apologize some more, hang up, and fax the superbill. To their fax machine.
Today's Boneheaded Sarah Maneuver brought to you by the letter "spee" and the number "eleventyteen."