I love my job, but some *people* (not the 
animals) make it unbearable. I can't count the 
times I'm late to updates because of some dolt 
with an "emergency" (read: only an emergency to 
them or something they should have tended to LAST 
WEEK instead of at 4pm on a Saturday). . . Then 
suffering the people who call all through morning 
appointments: "Why isn't Fluffy spayed *yet*!? 
She's been there a whole three hours! She can't 
possibly sit in a cage like that!" ~_~ (I DESPISE 
hearing someone has taken the day off work due to 
their pet's surgery. They sit home with nothing 
to do but call us. Which actually SLOWS DOWN our 
ability to GET TO their pet. . . ~_~)

The worst of it is needing to be polite with 
everyone that walks in the door - no matter how 
poorly they act towards me - when *THIS* cel 
below illustrates what I'd really like to do.

Many Sharp Smiles,
--Drac