Obeast Manager and her "Amazing" Personality You might remember me bitching about this piece of shit manager I had at my last veterinary job. Basically, she hated me because I'm tall, thin, and pretty, and she looks like a five foot pile of bovine afterbirth. Today I was reminded of a story involving her. It was the middle of January or February, and it was snowing. Not bad, but bad enough that most people were staying off the road. A client came in to drop his dog off for a neuter, then came back into the clinic asking if anyone had jumper cables because he couldn't get his car started. The receptionist came back into the surgery suite to ask if any of us has cables. I said I did, I could run out to my car quickly and give them to him. The manager said no, it was almost time for surgery. I couldn't believe she could be so inhuman, so I said it would take me 2 minutes and I went out to talk to the client. I told him I had the cables but confessed I didn't really know how to use them, and that it was almost surgery time. I said I would pull my car up next to his, leave him with the cables and the keys, and when he was done boosting his car could he bring them back to me? He said no problem, so that's exactly what we did. I couldn't have been outside more than 2 minutes. The client came back in with my keys and my cables, asked the receptionist to thank me, and that was it. When I got back into the surgery suite, the manager started going at me in front of the other employees about how dare I defy her and I was on work time, etc. Then she threatened to write me up. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "if you're going to write me up for taking 2 minutes to help a client boost his car during a snow storm, then that not only says a lot about you as a manager, it says a lot about you as a human being. Now if you're finished, I have patients to attend to." She never said another word to me about that incident, but was a raging cunt the remainder of the time I worked there. I quit about 6 months later.