Fuming

Well, now that I'm done with the sobbing and hyperventilating section of this evening, we can move on to the purely enraged part. I am quitting at the veterinary office. I'm tired of being treated like crap. They have no respect for people whatsoever. I went out of my way to help them today when I could have been helping Laura Jordan, or funner yet, could have being have a great time in the wonderful weather at practice. But no, I was nice and covered a shift for someone. And get this, Amy has the gumph to complain behind my back that I'm not working hard enough! I'm dumbstruck... I was so shocked when Dr. Price told me that I couldn't even speak to defend myself. And she didn't tell me nicely either. Oh no, she had to accuse me and yell at me like some 2 year old. These idiots have no people skills whatsoever. I am sick of bending over backwards for them and not being appreciated at all. I'm done. Dad thinks I should just call off tomorrow and tell them not to expect me back. But I won't strand them wuite that badly, I'll give them my two weeks and then let them fall apart at the seams. There is already a noticable difference since my Mom left and I'm only there one day a week. The place is filthy, clients are getting pissed off right and left, and business has dropped to a crawl. I realize the experience is nice and she lets me try things that other vets wouldn't but I think I've learned everything there that I can... I won't have time to give them the hours they want this summer anyways, I'll be at the zoo as often as possible and I need to get some large animal experience.

Alright, so I know I'm rambling, but I'm just so upset... I needed to vent and had no shoulder on which to do it so this venue was a decent substitute. My apologies to anyone who actually decides to read this rage...

Maybe I'll go meditate to lower my blood pressure...
I need a hug...