The PDSA building turned out to be nothing to do with the QMC, despite the two names being mentioned together on the search that Mandi did to find a 24 hour vet. When I searched directions at the studio, the map was useless as online maps and directions usually are. Mandi had the bank card, and I had spent my last bit of cash on some drinks and snacks to take to the show. I had a tram ticket, but the tram doesn't go anywhere near so I had no choice but to walk. By some miracle, (and asking a group of people smoking dope outside a dodgy looking pub for directions), I arrived to see that Peanut had already been seen. She has a virus and was given an injection to bring her temperature down. She needed to come back today for a follow up so I took her this afternoon.
I have never encountered so many jobsworth arseholes in one sitting as I did today. First of all, the Medilink bus wouldn't let me on with Peanut in her cat box. This is the free bus service that operates between the hospitals, and because of this guy's cuntish attitude I had to run around to the fruit shop and asked to break a note. The problem with training idiots to do a job is that they take everything so literally; the woman had obviously been told not to give change, meaning for parking I suppose. When a respectable member of the public, (and a media personality) comes in carrying a cat in a box, the sensible thing would be to ascertain that it was something of an emergency and give the change. When you train idiots with a script though, they stick to it and kept telling me that she couldn't open the till without me buying something. This has to be an excuse as old as tills themselves, what about at the end of the working day when they need to cash up? Do they have to wait until someone comes in to buy something before they can cash up and close for the night? In the end I flipped and shouted "sell me a fucking apple then", to which I was told that there was no need to be rude. I told her that I had every need, given that she was lying about the not being able to open the till when I clearly had an emergency.
When I got to the vet, I had more shit to deal with as Mandi made the appointment and they didn't want to see me. I was asked if I had any identification on me, which I didn't as you don't think to take it to the vets. We sorted things out thankfully, and Peanut is going to be fine. When we got home she ate a bowl of food and drank some milk, which is a good sign as she hadn't eaten for ages. Neither had I, so I finally had breakfast at half past two.
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