I first posted this here exactly a year ago today, and it just feels fitting today to do so again
Everyone who knows me, knows that I have a horrible memory. Not just, “Where did I put my car keys?” or “Crap, I forgot why I came in here” type of bad memory, rather more like, “I could hide my own Easter eggs!” I could watch the same movie ten times and be shocked each time at the ending!
So, I dread seeing clients in public. As a veterinarian, I form personal relationships with my clients, and get to know them, their children, and their pets – often a very real part of their family. People appreciate when you connect with them, and I do genuinely love my job and (most of) my clients and their “families.” So when I greet them by name and remember their kids, and that their cat purrs on Grandpa’s lap and the dog digs up the daffodils and enjoys leg humping Uncle Donnie, and never left…
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