Vernon: Well, first off, when it comes to actually goin' out to the work sites where mammal's er' puttin' my designs to use, I try to avoid goin' as much as possible. Usually I try to send Moira in my place, er' another one of my rodent co-workers. It ain't cause I'm afraid of takin' criticism personally, but I mean...it's a wolf thang. It took me well long enough to get the mammals around the office to look down their muzzle at me as little as they do now. But Goin' out to a work site? It's almost always new mammals, er' ones hired fer this specific job by the company that paid out fer the buildin'. Once they see I'm a wolf, I have to spend the first half hour reassurin' them I am the mammal that designed the buildin', and wait fer 'em to call the office and confirm. After that, it's all the more criticism, more so than they had even called about in the first place. At that point they start diggin' fer stuff to pick at just because I'm a wolf, and they're doublin' up their scrutiny cause they no longer trust the handiwork.
Oh course, in terms of mammals that are a consistent thorn in my side, I suppose I'd have to levy that title at one of the construction managers who gets called to a bulk of my design jobs named Bruce. That badger's been called to enough of my projects that we've come to recognize each other well enough, and while I don't get the impression he's got any species bias against me, the mammal is a damn stickler fer detail. We're talkin' about the kind of mammal who will look at a blueprint, and tell ya that all the molding installation is a eight of an inch too far into the room, and that it needs to be revised with less bulky molding to meet regulatory standards. Or that the slant of the roof is a millimeter above or below safety regulations. He seems like a nice enough fella casually. But whenever I turn up to a worksite and see him standin' there, I know I'm gonna be stress sheddin' like I'm losin' my winter coat by the end of the day.
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