Ripped a New One!

Dizzy had to rip a new one!  She was not a happy camper.  When my kitty got sick I took her to the local veterinary clinic. $500 later, they couldn't tell me why she was bleeding internally....only that she was diabetic and needed insulin. I wasn't happy with their service and told them so.

When my kitty passed away while I was in Cabo, I suspected that because we never got to the root cause of her illness, that the Vet was partially responsible...although I never should have left her. Right after I get back and buried her, I get an email from the Vet.  I email them back and let them know my cat is dead, so don't contact me. A few weeks later, I get a call from the vet, I again tell them that my cat is dead...don't contact me!  I then proceed to get the vet clinic newsletter, so I unsubscribe, send them another email and tell them not to contact me.  A couple of weeks ago, I received another email from the vet clinic, and again...informed them my kitty is dead and to stop contacting me!  Yesterday, I got a post card telling my that my kitty's checkups are past due.  NOW I'M FUCKING PISSED OFF!!!

After work today, I drive my ass over to the vet...post card in hand and wait in a line of people to talk to someone.  I finally get up there and ask if I can speak to the person responsible for the newsletters and post cards that get sent, and she asks me if I have a question.  No, I reply...I have a request, and I'd like to speak with that person.  She goes and gets him.  This guy is no more than 23, or 24 and has no idea that quiet hell is about to rain down on his head.

I ask "are you the gentleman that sends out the emails, newsletters and post cards?"  Yes, he replied.  I show him my post card..."Do you see this name and address listed on this post card?" Yes, he replied.  I lean over and very quietly say "I want you to remove this name and address from every data base, contact list and card list that this vet clinic has."  He asks,  "Are you the person that emailed a couple of weeks ago about not receiving any more emails?"  I reply "Yes, I am...and every time this clinic contacts me, I get more and more pissed off.  I've requested numerous times that you stop contacting me because my kitty is dead! And every time you ignore me and continue to send this crap, you are opening a wound. If I receive one more contact from this place, I'm going to show you pissed off in a new way, through a lawyer!  Is there anything about this request that you don't understand?"  No, I understand completely, he says. "And I won't be receiving anything else, right?" No you won't, he says.  "Thank you for your time"...and I walk out of the reception area, which is completely silent because everyone wanted to hear my conversation...even though I didn't yell or raise my voice.

I fucking hate being a bitch.  I always try and opt for nice because I can get more with nice.  But if you unravel me (and it takes a lot to unravel me), I will kick your mother fucking ass...usually verbally.  You have no idea what you've unleashed and it will take a huge effort on my part to reign myself back in. Most people have not seen me that pissed off, and I was nice to the guy at the Vets.  You ask a select few of my BFFs and they will tell you to RUN! You ask a select few co workers, and they will tell you the same thing. It's extremely rare for me to lose it at work, but if I do, you'll never forget it...and you'll never piss me off again.

Do I think I'm a princess?...NO! Do I think I deserve special privileges?...No!  But I do demand common courtesy and earned respect (not given respect...there is a difference). If you try and throw me, my BFFs or my teams under a bus that is not deserved, then whatever comes next is what you deserve...and I promise you, it will not be pretty!

Goooosssssfrahbah!  In with the good mojo...out with the bad mojo.  I am at peace with the universe...Oooooommmmmm! Ok, Dizzy feels better now.  Just needed to vent!
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Last night after I had fallen asleep, I get a phone call around 10:20 p.m. from a guy looking for my FIL. I tell him that he doesn't live here anymore and can I take a message. He asks if I can give him the FILs new number.  So I tell him that I don't give the number out to just anyone. If he would be so kind as to let me know who he is and what this call is regarding, I may be able to help him out.

Seems it's time for Dad's high school reunion in Oregon, and there isn't many of the high schoolers left! I end up having a 20 minute conversation with this guy (very sweet and nice guy) and give him the info he's looking for.  He asks me if I think the FIL will be up to take his call and I just have to laugh.

What is it about retired people thinking the world revolves around them?  They forget what its like to go to a 9 to 5 job and be in bed at a certain hour because they no longer live by those parameters....BUT I DO BUDDY!  How do I know if my FIL keeps ungodly hours like you do???  You're just gonna have to call and find out!  I offer to take his name and number, just in case he doesn't reach the FIL, and he gives me the info and we say goodbye......

And another night of sleep is shot to hell!  They come so few and far between.  Ah well.  Such is life.