The lynch mob is prepared to descend upon the monstrosity that is a veterinary clinic.
Oh trust me. When 5 o'clock rolls around and I get over there, they are already going to have more than they can handle. I've been stewing all day. Trust me, I can yell and scream. I'm trying to decide just how vicious I'm going to be. I think it's going to be worse if I'm calm and collected when I tell him he's an incompetent a-hole. I'm also going to tell him that I don't think it's appropriate that I have to pay for his learning curve. I also think when we agree to something on Monday and it takes until Wednesday at noon for it to be done and get back with a response. That's after me calling twice. I think that's completely unacceptable. I think this could and should have been referred before Thanksgiving since we talked about it on Tuesday. That for 1100 dollars I would expect them to have busted their rear ends, but I feel that they have not done a damn thing. I feel like I was not kept in the loop. I feel it could have been handled more expeditiously and that they have left an animal to suffer needlessly.
Did I mention I'm a little upset?
