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Lesson for the day
Dec. 16th, 2004 10:20 pmNever, ever, under any circumstances, utter the words: "I don't see how this week could get worse."
Especially not before the aforementioned week is over.
There's just nothing like having a vet reduce you to tears by telling you basically that you're a cruel, wanton, heartless bitch because you can't afford a $600+ dollar operation for your cat.
Really. Because I didn't feel bad about my cat being in chronic pain. Not at all. Nope. It never caused me a moment of guilt. Never a second thought.
So, this to the nice vet who made me dissolve into hiccuping sobs in his office: fuck you, you self-righteous son of a bitch. I hope you feel good about yourself now, having saved another cat from a terrible, neglectful owner who was clearly going out of her way to torture her pet because she was too cheap to spend three weeks' salary on an operation. I hope that you had many drinks to toast yourself at your office Christmas party tonight.
I'll manage somehow, I suppose. But fuck.
This after Natalie failed to show up at work without notifying anyone. So I had to cover her shift as well as mine. Another ten and a half hour shift without lunch. Or, rather, I snatched fifteen minutes for lunch. I kept the work from backing up too much, but I was only barely treading water.
She won't be coming in tomorrow, and probably not Monday either, although at least now we know so someone will be covering for her and giving me some breathing space.
People continued sniping at me at work, although less, because Bitchy!McSnipy!Pants, the customer service rep, left halfway through the day for reasons unknown, and frankly, I don't care, because he's been a royal pain in the ass to be around the past few days, let alone continue to be civilized with.
So, yes. This week is apparently a good week for Phnee to be all about the dissolving into tears at the drop of a hat. At least, once I'm no longer at the office. Have managed not to leak like a faucet at the office, thank goodness for small mercies.
I'm going to bed now.
Is it possible for the human body to run out of tears if you're not dehydrated?
Especially not before the aforementioned week is over.
There's just nothing like having a vet reduce you to tears by telling you basically that you're a cruel, wanton, heartless bitch because you can't afford a $600+ dollar operation for your cat.
Really. Because I didn't feel bad about my cat being in chronic pain. Not at all. Nope. It never caused me a moment of guilt. Never a second thought.
So, this to the nice vet who made me dissolve into hiccuping sobs in his office: fuck you, you self-righteous son of a bitch. I hope you feel good about yourself now, having saved another cat from a terrible, neglectful owner who was clearly going out of her way to torture her pet because she was too cheap to spend three weeks' salary on an operation. I hope that you had many drinks to toast yourself at your office Christmas party tonight.
I'll manage somehow, I suppose. But fuck.
This after Natalie failed to show up at work without notifying anyone. So I had to cover her shift as well as mine. Another ten and a half hour shift without lunch. Or, rather, I snatched fifteen minutes for lunch. I kept the work from backing up too much, but I was only barely treading water.
She won't be coming in tomorrow, and probably not Monday either, although at least now we know so someone will be covering for her and giving me some breathing space.
People continued sniping at me at work, although less, because Bitchy!McSnipy!Pants, the customer service rep, left halfway through the day for reasons unknown, and frankly, I don't care, because he's been a royal pain in the ass to be around the past few days, let alone continue to be civilized with.
So, yes. This week is apparently a good week for Phnee to be all about the dissolving into tears at the drop of a hat. At least, once I'm no longer at the office. Have managed not to leak like a faucet at the office, thank goodness for small mercies.
I'm going to bed now.
Is it possible for the human body to run out of tears if you're not dehydrated?
