I have to be up for work by 6:30, so I’d rather be asleep right now but I just can’t seem to shut my brain off. How much caffeine is in hot chocolate? Maybe that’s what’s keeping me up. Or the fact that I can’t stop writing new blogs in my head (I currently have three more planned out already, two are half written). I guess I can’t be too disappointed about that, since it’s been a while since I’ve been this excited about writing. It feels good.
Since I can’t sleep, I decided I’d share my lovely conversation with the receptionist at the Vet’s office today. I’m trying to find a vet for my kitten, since it needs to be neutered and declawed and I’m not exactly rich. We were given the name of a vet’s office, so I tried to call today. Let’s just say I wasn’t impressed. (Note: words in italics were not actually spoken)
Me: I’m calling because I need to get my kitten neutered and declawed and I’m just seeing how much you charge.
Lady: Is this a male cat?
Me: Yes. (Isn’t that inferred by the use of the word neuter? I am using the right word, aren’t I? Oh my god, I probably sound like an idiot!)
Lady: Front claws only?
Me: $80 for both? (holy crap that’s $200 cheaper than my normal vet!)
Me: Okay. Well, we got my cat from a woman who rescued the litter from the side of the road –
Lady: I don’t know why you’re telling me this.
Me: Because I’ve been told that some vets in the area will give discounts to people who adopted rescued animals.
Lady: I don’t understand what you’re saying. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Would you like to make an appointment? (Nope, I’m not the idiot in this conversation.)
Me: Um… Let me think when might be good-
Lady: We’re booked through the middle of Nove mber.
Lady: So do you want to make an appointment?
Me: I’ll have to think about it. (Based on your people skills, I’m thinking no.)
So out of curiousity, if you were the receptionist lady, was I really that hard to understand? Wouldn’t a simple no, we don’t offer discounts have sufficed? Why do you feel the need to cut me off so many times and treat me like I’m an idiot and don’t even know if my cat is a boy or a girl? I got the definite impression from this conversation that the woman thought I was an idiot and she had better things to do with her time than talk to me on the phone. But my question is, isn’t that part of her job? Answering the phone? If she’s the first person people have to deal with before taking their animals to that vet’s office, then I’m surprised anyone goes there.
Of course, the fact that I’d only have to pay $80 weighs pretty heavily in their favor (my vet charges $300 then another $40 for shots). Maybe they have to keep their prices low to make up for poor bedside manner.
And now it’s nearly midnight and I really should be sleeping.