…feel like a day at the auto mechanics?
Seriously, I spent ten minutes in my vet’s office and walked out 250 bucks poorer.
Yeah, boo-hoo, I know, you couldn’t care less.
The doctors there are wonderful, but they charged me 175 dollars for “Senior Wellness” tests.Ã‚Â Blood tests for God sakes.Ã‚Â You can get a kit at Walgreens to sever your gangreenous toe for ten dollars, but a vial of blood, a few petri dishes, and a set of eyes looking at the stuff for three secondsÃ‚Â runs me $250???Ã‚Â Please, baby.Ã‚Â Let’s get real.
I sound like a terrible pet owner.Ã‚Â An unenthusiastic animal lover.Ã‚Â Well, I love my car too (I couldn’t live without it), but I still feel as though I’ve been run through the car wash with the car when I leave the dealers.Ã‚Â And a visit to the vet leaves me ass-bitten and feeling as though I’d undergone the poor-man’s version of liposuction.Ã‚Â Without any of the benefits.Ã‚Â None.Ã‚Â Zippo.
To top things off, and really this is what put me in the bitchy mood, the office staff was incredibly grumpy, trollish and downright rude to the customers.Ã‚Â This was a deal breaker for me at my first pediatrician’s office.Ã‚Â I had to leave due to the lack of humanity receiving the patients at the glass window.Ã‚Â Any place serving babies and animals should have crazy smiling people meeting and greeting at the door.
AnÃ‚Â office staff must be the best part of any outfit in my opinion.Ã‚Â
But apparently, like the whole emptying of one’s pockets at the vet being a problem for me that no one cares about,Ã‚Â wanting an almost manic office staff isn’t much of a concern to the vets either.Ã‚Â
And while I’m on a bitch roll, let me say that simply being at the vets must raise the average owner’s blood pressure to the dangerous level–they ought to outfit the place with a doctors office to handle the ensuing heart-attacks upon the sight of one’s cat leaping onto the back of another schlepp’sÃ‚Â German Shepard–and well, you get the picture.Ã‚Â
But that would double up on grumpy office staffs so forget that action.Ã‚Â
Having various animals of numerous temperments and levels of sickliness is a poor idea.Ã‚Â There should be shutes you enter outside the office and shuffle you into private rooms where ruggedly handsome men serve fruity drinks.Ã‚Â
Oh, well, okay that’s a little unreasonable, but still.Ã‚Â There could be improvements made and so far nothing’s changing.Ã‚Â
It’s as though no one cares what I think.
Oh, and to finish things off, the receptionist hands me a urine capturing container the size of a human one and requests I gather up some pee and bring it back for that portion of the test I already paid for.
Sister, please.Ã‚Â Are you freaking nuts?
She didn’t think that was funny.
Oh well, not the first time.Ã‚Â Won’t be the last.