A Facebook quiz I took recently said my biggest fault was I'm too picky. I guess my mild, undiagnosed case of OCD comes clear even in my posts. (Grin)
You tell me! I took Belle to her spa-day at 8AM. We were greeted with smiles all around. I left her for a callback, but had an appointment nearby. By the time I left home, she was still there. I began to worry.
The call came shortly thereafter, but I was in the pedi chair and didn't listen to the message. It was 1:05. SO, already worried as to the delay, I headed to pick her up straightaway.
The message had said that they were unable to give her service and to come and get her. I'm glad I never heard it until after I arrived at Bannerman Pet Care. It isn't good to drive angry. At the time of the telephone call, Belle had BEEN THERE FOR FIVE HOURS.
I have a message in place for Dr. T to call me. Don't give me an appointment knowing that no Vet will be in the house. You know that Belle sometimes gets anesthesia when being handled by the technicians rather than Dr. T herself. Don't tell me two emergencies came up after the dear old cat had been SITTING THERE FOR FIVE HOURS.
Lack of communication, lack of organization, lack of caring. Belle has had a late lunch and is napping. The technicians didn't even bother to clip her toenails. I'll give her a hygiene clip and her summer hair trimming myself. At least, I'll try. After I'm done being overly picky! And over-protective of Belle!
(Portrait, entitled Belle in Oils, by Tallahassee artist Debby Westerman.)
