i thought my head might explode. stoner was using the autoclave. the autoclave. what the fuck? the crappiest kennel worker was using the autoclave. omg. we already had a bad morning. and then the kid tells me he saw her TEACHING the high school intern how to use the freaking autoclave. "why didn't you say something?????" "uummm... well, i didn't know if i could," he says. "next time, you tell her not to touch that ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.... ever again. ever." unbelievable. there were notes left and instructions forcefully said. i don't even know what to say. so the problems we had earlier... i actually had to say "i'm not asking you if you have time, i asking you if you are comfortable giving a cat a bath." I AM IN CHARGE OF YOU. i wish i could say that last part to her. but that would make me sound stupid. a crazy lady. sheeesh. she needs to go because it is driving me crazy having to go over her every move with a fine tooth comb. think of the animals! why won't someone please think of the animals???
chuck comes home tonight. yayayayayayaY!!!! so great! i missed him so much. soooo much. we are going to his mom's for thanksgiving. i am looking forward to it. i need to figure out what to get her because i want it to be fantastic.
i will get a break from the craziness at work. i don't even have to work at the emergency clinic next week. yay!
oh yeah! i found out brwj was premature and he actually borderline retarded. who knew?
Friday, November 16
Thursday, November 15
all alone
chuck is gone on business. so sad am i. but i got to go out and have fun with my girl. it was great weeknight fun. we saw dan in real life. i was ready to be disappointed, but shockingly, it was super cute. really nice movie.
i am happier about work these days... everyone is really starting to come around. the kennel staff is still largely unacceptable, but the standards have improved. i got to work with "the other doctor" yesterday. the one that has made almost everybody on staff cry. oooooo. not so bad actually. she's just busy which is more what i'm used to anyway. i even said to her as i was leaving, "well, it was nice to work with you finally. you really aren't as bad as they all say." she laughed and said she needed more info on that and we should go to lunch. i'm all for it.
i don't think i've introduced the kennel staff actually. you know "the kid," who is actually a cool guy, but is getting a little too comfortable with me in that i had to school him on trach tubes yesterday and he thought i was kidding. we quickly remedied that. anywhozzle, the kennel staff: we have "disrespectful stoner" and my favorite "borderline retarded wannabe judge" (brwj). apparently, the stoner is my age and has a small child and smokes copious amounts of weed and lets said small child breastfeed. smart. that's who i want medicating my animal. that's who i want driving a car, that's who i want raising children (who are our future- not this one though, cuz he'll be riding the short bus). aaarrgh. i feel bad that i said i was happier at work these days. i do i do. BUT i am making changes, so i stand by it dammit. no more medicating for you stoney stoner (the dogs, i'm not in charge of self medication). ok, then we delve into brwj. this child is an idiot. i can call him that because he is 17. i think by that age we can say that a person is an idiot. geez. i don't even really know what to say about him. he's an idiot. he's a senior in HS and as indicated by his cleverly witty title, wants to eventually become a judge in the future... and he does not know what the SATs are. not what is stands for, not what it IS. he looked at me like i was crazy. that, folks, is the tip o' the iceberg as they say. being an RVT is tough. you have all the education and much of what severely under trained employees do or think makes you cringe. it is a quandary.
i am happier about work these days... everyone is really starting to come around. the kennel staff is still largely unacceptable, but the standards have improved. i got to work with "the other doctor" yesterday. the one that has made almost everybody on staff cry. oooooo. not so bad actually. she's just busy which is more what i'm used to anyway. i even said to her as i was leaving, "well, it was nice to work with you finally. you really aren't as bad as they all say." she laughed and said she needed more info on that and we should go to lunch. i'm all for it.
i don't think i've introduced the kennel staff actually. you know "the kid," who is actually a cool guy, but is getting a little too comfortable with me in that i had to school him on trach tubes yesterday and he thought i was kidding. we quickly remedied that. anywhozzle, the kennel staff: we have "disrespectful stoner" and my favorite "borderline retarded wannabe judge" (brwj). apparently, the stoner is my age and has a small child and smokes copious amounts of weed and lets said small child breastfeed. smart. that's who i want medicating my animal. that's who i want driving a car, that's who i want raising children (who are our future- not this one though, cuz he'll be riding the short bus). aaarrgh. i feel bad that i said i was happier at work these days. i do i do. BUT i am making changes, so i stand by it dammit. no more medicating for you stoney stoner (the dogs, i'm not in charge of self medication). ok, then we delve into brwj. this child is an idiot. i can call him that because he is 17. i think by that age we can say that a person is an idiot. geez. i don't even really know what to say about him. he's an idiot. he's a senior in HS and as indicated by his cleverly witty title, wants to eventually become a judge in the future... and he does not know what the SATs are. not what is stands for, not what it IS. he looked at me like i was crazy. that, folks, is the tip o' the iceberg as they say. being an RVT is tough. you have all the education and much of what severely under trained employees do or think makes you cringe. it is a quandary.
Saturday, November 10
self pitty slash loathing
i am not happy with what's happening. i don't know what to do now. have you ever had your life planned out and then it all comes crashing down again? and again? what am i supposed to be doing? how can this work out? i need to pick myself up and figure it out. figure out a new plan... when will i give up? how many times will it take? geesh... this is making me sick. i need to stop it.
chuck has won an award at work. it is supper cool he even gets to go on a trip. i'm so proud. he can't figure out how he did it. but i know, he's awesome... that's why! they all had to vote and they chose him. so cool.
i am amazed by the recent golden compass bashing. i shouldn't be. but i am. why do people feel the need to shit all over books? why can't you take books/movies for what they are? entertainment. that's all. why are movies dripping in sex slipping by while the golden compass, a children's book, enjoys a grass-roots campaign accusing it of containing secret satanic messages? i will bet one million dollars that almost all the people condemning this movie know absolutely nothing about the book. people. double you tee eff?
chuck has won an award at work. it is supper cool he even gets to go on a trip. i'm so proud. he can't figure out how he did it. but i know, he's awesome... that's why! they all had to vote and they chose him. so cool.
i am amazed by the recent golden compass bashing. i shouldn't be. but i am. why do people feel the need to shit all over books? why can't you take books/movies for what they are? entertainment. that's all. why are movies dripping in sex slipping by while the golden compass, a children's book, enjoys a grass-roots campaign accusing it of containing secret satanic messages? i will bet one million dollars that almost all the people condemning this movie know absolutely nothing about the book. people. double you tee eff?
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