Please indulge me for a minute while I have a moan.:rolleyes: I had a really frustrating day at work. I won't go into details as the last thing I need is to appear in court on a slander charge but basically my entire Saturday was spent dealing with idiotic clients with ridiculous questions. Sadly I also saw a case which in my opinion amounted to cruelty. The owners clearly had problems so the situation was understandable but the patient was suffering nonetheless. In itself this case would have ruined the day but additionally almost everyone I saw today seemed to have only one purpose in life, namely to make my job as difficult as possible. What is the matter with some people? Honestly, I thought at one point that today must be an elaborate wind-up.
The clients were bad, and the patients not much better. I'm probably partly responsible as I'm certain that my bad mood was contagious. The animals clearly picked up some bad vibes so today I've been bitten, scratched, pooed on, peed on and just to round off my day, my face and hair have been generously splattered with stinking green pus courtesy of an enormous abscess. People gave me a very wide berth on the Tube home!
I arrived home after being caught in a freezing rain shower to find the flat resembling a Chinese laundry. My ex (whom I still live with and usually get on extremely well with) was wandering around in a pair of boxers and when I asked "why the f*$% is the thermostat set to 30 degrees?" he claimed to have "only just noticed the heat". I stamped into the bedroom to find the whippet chewing a pig's ear in my bed. I was slightly confused at first as my whippet is fawn and this one appeared to be dark brown then I realised he was in fact covered in mud!
In an attempt to calm down I decided to watch some television only to make the catastrophic mistake of answering the phone. The caller proved to be my mother in a very bad mood. Apparently I forgot to send her a birthday present (in January) and now six weeks later she's decided to get annoyed. Too tired to argue I grovelled and promised to remedy the situation, which cheered her up enough to talk at me for nearly an hour about people I don't know...
"Of course you remember them. They had a holiday cottage next to us in 1985. She always made her own ice cream. Anyway they've had their dining room painted. Frightfully dark I thought but apparently they're going to do something clever with the windows..." etc. etc.
Deep breath ... I feel much better now!
I'm going to New York on Thursday for a much needed holiday, where there will be no clients, patients, exes, whippets or mothers, merely lots and lots of shops.