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Not that I've ever had a high opinion of my shrink, but really, running 30 minutes behind (on 30 minute sessions) and TRIPLE-booking the 6pm slot? Just a leeeetle tacky, dude. Stopping between the second and third (me) bookings for that slot at 7 to spend 10 minutes checking voicemail? Double-tacky. [And if you're asking why I didn't just walk, he requires 48-hour cancellation notice, and I really don't feel like disputing any possible bills because I'll invariably use more-colorful-than-necessary language.] So no, when you start chatting about your 2 year-old's saccharine qualities, probably in an attempt to establish a familiarity or bond (who doesn't luvv the widdle schnookums...?), feel free to misinterpret my icy silence as envy. You can keep your damned toddler. It's 7:30 and I want some goddamned dinner, asshole.