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Acting Sick As A Dog

| Working | July 7, 2015

(I take my dog in to my regular vet office on an emergency basis because he has a bad eye infection. He’s had eye infections before, owing to genetic tear duct problems, and has always tolerated examination and treatment well.)

Vet: *who I’ve never seen before* “So, you’re here for an eye infection, I see. Please put your dog up on the table.”

(I place my small, friendly dog on the table, keeping a hand on his collar and one on his side to keep him calm. He has never had a problem with the vet before, and I have always been allowed – even encouraged – to keep contact with him to make the process less threatening.)

Vet: “Please step away from your dog so I can examine him.”

Me: “Are you sure? You’re going to be handling his face, and he’ll probably be more comfortable with that if I’m in contact with him to let him know it’s okay.”

Vet: “Yes, I know what I’m doing here. Now please step away from your dog.”

(I do as instructed and step away from my dog. The vet proceeds to grab for his face roughly with no warning. Unsurprisingly, my dog growls and cowers away from her.)

Vet: “Your dog is aggressive; we need to muzzle him to examine his eye.”

(She proceeds to try to roughly shove a too-small muzzle onto his snout, which he also doesn’t take kindly to.)

Vet: “Your dog is aggressive and uncooperative; you’ll have to take him elsewhere for treatment.”

Me: “Can I please see [Other Vets who have treated my dog in the past]? If you look at his file, you’ll see we’ve been coming here for a few years, and it’s never been a problem before. He’s not aggressive or uncooperative. You’re just handling him very roughly when he’s already ill, and not allowing me to comfort him, and I don’t blame him for taking that badly.”

Vet: “No, we don’t treat bad dogs or owners. Please see the receptionist to pay for this waste of my time and see yourself out.”

(Sobbing both because I feel bad for my dog and because I think I have lost an otherwise great vet office, I take my dog and go up to reception, seeing a receptionist who I’ve seen several times.)

Receptionist: “What’s wrong, [My Name]? Did you get some bad news? Please tell me [Dog] is okay… You’re some of my favorite clients! I thought you were just in for a routine eye infection…”

Me: *through sobs* “Yes, it’s just an eye infection, and he’ll probably be okay, but [New Vet] handled him roughly and then ordered me out without treatment when he balked at having his face handled and then being muzzled. She wouldn’t even let me try to comfort him or help. I love you guys, but I guess we’re done here.”

Receptionist: “Oh, no, you’re not. You wait right here and stop that crying.”

(She disappears into the back, and returns dragging the founding and owner vet behind her.)

Owner: “I hear that our new vet refused your little man treatment. Can I examine him?”

Me: *still sobbing* “Well, he’s probably going to be less than agreeable given what just happened, but I suppose it can’t make anything worse.”

(The owner/founding vet sits down with my dog right on the floor of the lobby, lets him crawl up in his lap, and takes a look at his eyes.)

Owner: “Yep, looks like the infections you’ve brought him in with before. Can we go back to a room and make sure it’s not an ulcerated cornea?”

(We take him back to a room, do the test GENTLY AND WITH ME COMFORTING HIM… All is basically well and I’m given the normal prescription to get him through that. As I’m leaving…)

Owner: “And don’t you worry about what happened before… We’ll deal with that! You are a valued client, so I expect to see you in a few months for his yearly!”

(When I went in the next time for my dog’s yearly, I was told that the first vet we saw on that visit had been fired and ‘blackballed’ whenever someone called for a reference! It was very weird since she actually had a reputation as a good vet before she was hired at that office!)

The Schedule Of Lies

| Working | July 7, 2015

(An hour before my shift, my phone rings. It’s work and I assume they want me to come in early.)

Manager: “Hey, where are you?”

Me: “At home, why?”

Manager: “Your shift started an hour ago and you’re never late.”

Me: *looks at schedule, which this manager, who is in charge of making the schedule, printed off for me* “It says I’m not scheduled for another hour.”

Manager: “That’s not what my schedule says. If you don’t get here soon I’ll write you up.” *hangs up*

(Figuring I got the unofficial copy of the schedule, I head in. As soon as I walk in the door, this happens:)

Manager: “So, you really were scheduled for later but someone didn’t show up, so I lied to get you here.”

Me: “…What?”

(The next manager on shift sent me home early and let me take home an extra meal to make up for it. I don’t work there anymore but last I heard the manager who lied to me still does the schedule and still pulls that stunt when they’re shorthanded.)

Don’t Question His Methods

| Working | July 6, 2015

(I am in a meeting with Coworker #1, when my friend, Coworker #2, comes in.)

Coworker #2: *to [Coworker #1]* “Can I ask a question?”

Me: “Okay. That was it.”

Coworker #2: “Can I ask another question?”

Me: “Okay. That was it.”

Coworker #2: “Can I ask another two questions?”

Me: “Okay. You used one; you have another.”

(Coworker #2 grins at me and turns to Coworker #1.)

Coworker #2: “Okay… What was I going to ask? D*** it, I just used my other question.”

(I burst out laughing and gave him a high-five.)

Dry Goods

| Working | July 6, 2015

(My family are eating a meal at restaurant known for its delicious desserts. Ours were okay, but nothing special.)

Waitress: “Was everything okay with your meal?”

My Dad: “Well, the desserts were a little dry.”

Waitress: “Oh, good!”

(This has since become a family responds to anyone with a little problem.)

The Terrible-Two Scam

, | Working | July 6, 2015

(I get a phone call from a private number. I answer it.)

Caller: “Hello, I am [Caller] from Windows Tech Support. I am calling about your Windows computer. Our system shows it has many viruses and I am going to help you work it out.”

Me: “Oh, no! Well, I don’t know much about computers, so I’ll put you on with my daughter. She knows way more about computers than me so she should be able to work with you.”

Caller: “Yes, that will be fine.”

(I put the phone on speaker and hand it to my daughter so I can listen in.)

Daughter: “Hello!”

Caller: “Hello, I am [Caller] from Windows Tech Support. I am calling about your Windows computer. Our system shows it has many viruses and I am going to help you work it out. Okay?”

Daughter: “Okay.”

Caller: “First I need you to click on the start button.”

Daughter: “Start button!”

Caller: “Yes, could you tell me what you see?”

Daughter: “You see?”

Caller: “Ma’am? No, I can’t see. You have to tell me.”

Daughter: “Tell me!”

Caller: “No, ma’am. You have to tell me. What is it you see on your screen?”

Daughter: “Okay, bye bye. I love you. I go on the swing now.”

(Then my very articulate two-year-old daughter hung up, handed me the phone, and went and played on her swing.)