cut for length and general grumpiness
I love Sundays. Really.
It started out like any other day. I woke up after hitting the snooze button two or three times, and got a shower, put on some make-up, got my scrubs on and said good bye to the kitty, who was sitting motionless while staring at her food bowl. I glance down to find that the entire thing was swarming with sugar ants. I had to spend time getting the bowl out of there while not contaminating anything else with the evil sugar ants, grab the vinegar solution and proceed to clean the window, wall and carpets like a demon, thus making me ten minutes late for work.
And work! It started busy and stayed busy and I was there all alone and forlorn while mobs of people came at my front desk in never ending waves. Back up finally arrived, and we continued to have wave after wave of appointments, walk ins and walk ups asking STUPID questions. THEN the doctor comes up and gives us yet another thing we 'have to order' for certain problems that come in. I am a receptionist. It is not my job to tell people what to do and what they need to do. He is the one that should order otoscopic exams and blood work and rads, not me. He should see the pet, give them an estimate of what he recommends and let them decide what they want to do, and his whole thing with 'well if they don't do that they won't get anything done' has got to stop. People just don't have one hundred and fifty dollars to throw at their dog's ear infection. All they need is a swab and give them some medication. People leave our hospital for other clinics because there are too many things he demands be done to do anything with a pet. That is not good for business and it is not good for reputation. Gouging people's pockets only makes them angry and go somewhere else and he needs to realize that this is one of the things that hurts our hospital's production. If is was 'required' it would be in the Protocol already for crying out loud. (He's a great doctor, just an asshole.)
Then I get home after spending the money I was going to pay off the credit card with on cat food, a food container for said cat food that is insect proof, shelves for the food and other assorted things that need shelving. I then proceed to move the DVD tower back into place and the entire collection of the tower fell on my back and head. My cat decides to claw me and 'bite' my hand which earned her a soaking in water and banishment to under the bed, no tasty chinese food left and the desire to just up and run away from everything I have. Not that it would be a bad thing to leave but I don't want to do it that way.
I need tea.
It started out like any other day. I woke up after hitting the snooze button two or three times, and got a shower, put on some make-up, got my scrubs on and said good bye to the kitty, who was sitting motionless while staring at her food bowl. I glance down to find that the entire thing was swarming with sugar ants. I had to spend time getting the bowl out of there while not contaminating anything else with the evil sugar ants, grab the vinegar solution and proceed to clean the window, wall and carpets like a demon, thus making me ten minutes late for work.
And work! It started busy and stayed busy and I was there all alone and forlorn while mobs of people came at my front desk in never ending waves. Back up finally arrived, and we continued to have wave after wave of appointments, walk ins and walk ups asking STUPID questions. THEN the doctor comes up and gives us yet another thing we 'have to order' for certain problems that come in. I am a receptionist. It is not my job to tell people what to do and what they need to do. He is the one that should order otoscopic exams and blood work and rads, not me. He should see the pet, give them an estimate of what he recommends and let them decide what they want to do, and his whole thing with 'well if they don't do that they won't get anything done' has got to stop. People just don't have one hundred and fifty dollars to throw at their dog's ear infection. All they need is a swab and give them some medication. People leave our hospital for other clinics because there are too many things he demands be done to do anything with a pet. That is not good for business and it is not good for reputation. Gouging people's pockets only makes them angry and go somewhere else and he needs to realize that this is one of the things that hurts our hospital's production. If is was 'required' it would be in the Protocol already for crying out loud. (He's a great doctor, just an asshole.)
Then I get home after spending the money I was going to pay off the credit card with on cat food, a food container for said cat food that is insect proof, shelves for the food and other assorted things that need shelving. I then proceed to move the DVD tower back into place and the entire collection of the tower fell on my back and head. My cat decides to claw me and 'bite' my hand which earned her a soaking in water and banishment to under the bed, no tasty chinese food left and the desire to just up and run away from everything I have. Not that it would be a bad thing to leave but I don't want to do it that way.
I need tea.