The next turn of the karmic wheel....
Feb. 3rd, 2010 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
femkes_folliesI will come back as a worm. Maybe a weevil.... Dung beetle?
I cannot entirely control the knee-jerk evil reflex.
I am, for example, shamefully delighted by a recent development. I seriously dislike the person now in charge of doing something I didn't really want to do anyway and felt to guilty to say "no" to. Now...bye-bye guilt!! Which doesn't really say good things about me, and I should be contemplating the end result and recipients thereof... Yeah. Not so much.
And I have also discovered that one of me least-favorite clients is more tolerable since I've figured out how to needle her. She wanted a fashion accessory, rather than a dog. But is also cheap. So she went a bought a little mutt and now is all bent because it doesn't look like a yorkie. Dude. Then ya shoulda bought a Yorkie. The breeder assured her that it wouldn't get over 6 pounds. So I weigh her every time she comes in. Today: 7#, 5oz. >:-) And she wouldn't listen to me when the dog was a pup and I told her the bite was bad. Now? Train wreck. One of the canine teeth points almost straight forward and sticks out of her mouth. She wanted me to file it down. Um. NO. Pull it? Again, NO. I referred her to a veterinary dentist. She doesn't want to go "that far." (about an hour drive). Well, have fun with Snagglepuss, there, lady. Tee!
Come to the Dark Side.... its more fun.
I cannot entirely control the knee-jerk evil reflex.
I am, for example, shamefully delighted by a recent development. I seriously dislike the person now in charge of doing something I didn't really want to do anyway and felt to guilty to say "no" to. Now...bye-bye guilt!! Which doesn't really say good things about me, and I should be contemplating the end result and recipients thereof... Yeah. Not so much.
And I have also discovered that one of me least-favorite clients is more tolerable since I've figured out how to needle her. She wanted a fashion accessory, rather than a dog. But is also cheap. So she went a bought a little mutt and now is all bent because it doesn't look like a yorkie. Dude. Then ya shoulda bought a Yorkie. The breeder assured her that it wouldn't get over 6 pounds. So I weigh her every time she comes in. Today: 7#, 5oz. >:-) And she wouldn't listen to me when the dog was a pup and I told her the bite was bad. Now? Train wreck. One of the canine teeth points almost straight forward and sticks out of her mouth. She wanted me to file it down. Um. NO. Pull it? Again, NO. I referred her to a veterinary dentist. She doesn't want to go "that far." (about an hour drive). Well, have fun with Snagglepuss, there, lady. Tee!
Come to the Dark Side.... its more fun.
