Okay, when you go to a place called "Low Price Animal Clinic" or the like, you really shouldn't complain about what you get.
BUT SRSLY, RECEPTIONIST AND DOCTOR? YELLING AND THROWING THINGS AROUND THE CLINIC LIKE SOME DYSFUNCTIONAL HOUSEHOLD IS NOT COOL.
Damn it. First the receptionist has her bitch on (not directly at me, thank goodness because that's a place she didn't want to go) and then the doctor comes in and starts flinging things in the sink in anger and cursing under his breath. I can't believe I had to ask him, "Are you all right? Should I leave?" while my cat is cringing in the box and he refuses to answer me.
My poor cat was clinging to the carrier door with his claws. I don't blame him, I wanted to climb in there with him. I mean ...
HOLY SHIT, CAPTAIN UNPROFESSIONAL. And then, he looks at my cat, hardly listens to my description of his issues, grumbles over his blood work, barely looks at the actual animal and SHRUGS. "Seems okay to me."
WHAT THE FUCK? At least give me some professional information about WHY HIS BUTT BLEEDS and why I shouldn't be PANICKING. Trying to get a decent answer out of him was like trying to pull teeth -- which my cat needs and HELL NO, YOU AREN'T DOING IT. I wouldn't trust my cat being anesthetized by him if he were the last vet on earth. I'd bring it to my wacky neighbor and let her perform a voodoo spell to cure the cat first.
I hate the vet when they are nice and smiley and informative. NOW I HATE THE VET MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.
Now I have to find a new place that's a million miles away. But that will be worth it. Damn, I'm so angry right now.