That sounds like a good plan. It’s not quitting or a failure to realize that you’re just not cut out for something - there are a whole lot of people who don’t have enough self-awareness to put an end to a bad fit.
In fact, you can look at it as a success - you tried something and learned all about it, instead of just wondering about it! Yay you! 
How hard is it to read the freakin’ manual?
Obviously, it must be nigh on impossible, as three of the four phone calls I have fielded in the past 30 minutes deal with a coworker telling clients the completely wrong shit. And since I’m on phones, I get to be the one to clean it up. Dammit.
Flutterby - breathe. As CW said, it’s good that you discovered that line of work is not for you, rather than continuing to stress yourself out over it. Hopefully, your boss will be able to assist you and work with you, if that’s the route you choose.
The hard part is where do I go from here. Or will inertia keep me here a little longer than it should? I’m calm again, but I hate the way I’ve felt the last few days and I don’t know if it’s just stress or PMS or a combo of both and some subconscious freak out on my part that I’m no longer in my 20s so what the hell do I really want to do with myself? This isn’t what I signed up for, teenage hormonal navel gazing. I swear the last time I felt like this my life took a sideways turn and I can’t just do that because it’s not just me I have to worry about.
So the first thing is get through this course, whether I pass or fail, and then start planning what next from here.
I am seriously dieing here. I went from :eek: to 
and LOL in about 2 seconds. Still snorting.
OMG, I so wish we had a way-back machine and could go to watch that!
I got up to go to work today. I’m moving, so I have a lot of stuff to get done, getting up and dressed wasn’t the problem. Its that my mindset was “OK, Monday, I need to set up the attorney pickups…oh wait…I don’t work there anymore.” thoughts.
Dear Incompetent Veterinarian,
When your client says that their 40lb dog ate “an entire tub of rat poison,” please do not examine the dog, say “she looks fine,” and proceed to send them home without any treatments or diagnostics. Because she shows up at our place five days later flat out on her side, panting, white as a sheet, bleeding from her nose (obviously bleeding internally). Good thorough treatment will take 24-48 hours and something like $1500, which the owners do NOT have. You could have given her a shot of Vitamin K and some oral tablets. Don’t have any? Write a prescription that could have been taken to WalMart. I blame YOU for this dogs life-threatening condition.
An actual honest to god licensed vet did that???
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
Felt good, did it?
Damn. You really don’t work there anymore. I’ll miss your stories.
Out of curiousity, did you leave anyone behind who’ll feed you stories of how things fall apart without you there?
Hey, wait. Does this mean you can tell us the stories of all those lawsuits now?
What on earth is going to happen to this thread with flatlined no longer working at Rat City? I guess we well have to rely on Dr. Girlfriend’s tales of woe, though I was hoping someday she’d get a job a little less traumatic. So come one, folks, step up the tales of awful-but-funny work. I’m retired, you see, and need constant reminders of how lucky I am. And flatlined, when you go looking for a new job remember to look for one with humor potential, never mind how well it pays.
We survived the loss of Shredder Guy, we’ll get through this. And I’m fairly sure **flatlined **is enough of a crazy-magnet[1] to keep us entertained with whoever she works with in future! 
[1] You know how some people just seem to attract the crazy? Yeah, like that 
Speak for yourself. I’ve been in mourning ever since Shredder Guy separated from flatlined’s workplace. I mean, I’m happy for HER because she doesn’t have to deal with The Crazy whenever he works (and also The Stealing). But life just isn’t the same without a new SG story now and then.
Find another contractor; tell him to stand by. If the paint job from the original contractor isn’t done, take the initiative, call him up and fire him, and hire the other guy.
Then go back to the office and tell your boss what you did. Also, call up whoever your boss uses for legal issues, and start the process of getting back any money your boss might have already paid the first contractor.
Yo, flatlined, we need more Rat and Shredder Guy stories!
I do hope that your replacement (or another spy) can keep us posted. And I’m hoping you can now dip into your bag of Stories To Heinous To Tell At The Time.
And, people? We need a replacement for flatlined’s crazy workplace stories. Anyone willing to take a job full of psychosis and hubris, just for our amusement?
No kidding. Her stories have been kind of boring since SG left.
Sorry, my current assignment is full of nice, well-adjusted people who treat me like a human being. Damn!
Eh, my work is full of people with psychosis and hubris but I suck at storytelling.
Like the practically incestuous friendships in the office between HR and the upper management/their wives. Mr Napoleon complex, the lady who was dropped on her head as a child, H&S who is always sick, IT who is not IT. And that’s just the front office, and not even all of them!
If I could put a humourous spin on it maybe I wouldn’t be having this freak out.
Yes. I’m looking into whether incompetence/negligence complaints can be made by someone other than the client. If so, I may just file if the DVM won’t. If not, I’m going to check with TPTB about informing the client of just how BAD that was.
I hate Word. I really, really, hate Word. I really, really, REALLY hate Word. It is an abomination. I loathe this program.
No, really, I hate Word.
This is like the most complimentary post I’ve ever read. Thank you.
Tell me your stories and I might be able to put a funny spin on them. All of my stories were true, I just learned to laugh. And I smoked a lot of weed.
I’m getting my new job because I’m sleeping with the President in Charge of Vice. I’m the “One who knows how to find stuff”. Its a small start-up evil oil company. I’m also the one who gets to shake my finger at the owners and warn them about lawsuits.
There you go, more crazy close relationships! 
Maybe I’ll try typing up some stories in a humourous manner, I just have to figure which ones.
How about all of them? “When in doubt, let it out!”
We’ll let you know if they’re funny or not (my guess is… yes)! Flatlined’s stories aren’t funny because of some literary trick. They’re just straight-forward stories starring crazy people. So I have no doubt you’ll (continue to) crank out fun posts.