A big, fat, hairy-beary GROWL.

I'm pissed off that I didn't even manage 3/4 of a year without having to run back to therapy. I miss my old T, who was truly a gift from God. I've had 2 hours with this woman and I still really have no idea what I think of her -- she's not especially warm and fuzzy, and she's not exactly cold and clinical, and she tends to have a weird sense of humor (things will make her laugh that make me just shake my head and wonder WTF is funny about it), and I just don't know yet.

What I do know is, in my business, I deal with incivility and rudeness on a daily basis. The one place you should always be able to feel supported and liked is in a T's office, for god's sake!

I can put up with a lot from people, but I'm sorry, there is *NO* *EXCUSE* for answering the phone in the middle of a therapy session. Absolutely zero. I am paying her my hard-earned cash to pay attention to ME for an hour. You let the phone RING. She has voicemail, I'm sure.

OOOOOOH, that had me steaming!! As far as I could tell, it wasn't another client, just some sort of business matter, which she easily could have attended to at some other time.

What do you think -- one more chance, or kick her to the curb?

<GROWL>

CB