A short little rant about colleagues and the sad demise of professional courtesy.
when I call you after seeing one of your regular patients, I am not calling to rub your nose in the fact that this client has taken their pet to me for a second opinion. As a matter of fact, I am calling you to "play nice" and talk about the case. See, it's part of a dying concept called "professional courtesy."
You should look it up. It's fascinating. Basically, it means you don't have to act like a bitch as your default when having a phone encounter with another veterinarian.
Who'd have thunk???
But I digress slightly. When I call you and introduce myself, imagine my surprise that your first name is DOCTOR! Seriously! What a coincidence that you actually became a doctor with that first name! Because I gave you my first name when I introduced myself. Again, that funny little courtesy I was mentioning earlier.
But the best part was, after I told you that I agreed with your initial diagnosis, your only response was to snidely ask if the client was going to be coming back to you.
Well... with your winning personality and great attitude, that client would be crazy not to return to you.
Why do I bother trying to chew through my straps