"Get the hell out of my consult room! I'm sick to death of you coming in here and telling me what is wrong with your animal and asking for drugs. I'm not a bloody pharmacy. I'm here to tell you what is wrong with your animal, I'm here to help you and give you advice, so if you're not willing to listen to me, I'm just wasting my goddamn breath. I'm not paid to listen to little stories about how cute your kittty is when it chases its tail, or that your dog is REALLY good at killing possums, while there are five people in the waiting room with sick animals. If you want to talk over the top of me, then you can go and talk to a brick wall, for all I care. If you don't want to here a word I say, then you get GTFO and we'll both be happier for it!"
There are some times in this job that you get angry, and behind your kind smile and interested expression, an entirely different monologue is going on. And you keep telling yourself "next time." "Next time these people come in, I'll say something..." but you never do.
There are some times in this job that you get angry, and behind your kind smile and interested expression, an entirely different monologue is going on. And you keep telling yourself "next time." "Next time these people come in, I'll say something..." but you never do.
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