Today is my last day at my old job. Officially I was supposed to work from 2 to 6. I had a massage and sewing day in the morning. At my massage I found out that Prize went to a horse show this weekend and took first place in Leadline. Yes, thousands of dollars spent [...]
Tag Archive 'Work'
The Crazies Are Out
Posted in Work on Jan 27th, 2012
Appointment one – Dog came in and immediately pooped on the floor. We took him back and when I touched him he pooped and peed. Managed to get his injection in him with more poop coming out. Then she wanted his toe nails trimmed. I went looking for help. A canine officer was in the [...]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
Posted in Work on Dec 29th, 2011
People piss me off. I’ve been getting irritated by people bringing in old dogs for euthanasia who have severe arthritis to the point that they can’t walk. At that point I really can’t help them but a year ago I could have. Even if I didn’t extend their life I could have made their last [...]
The Job Situation
Posted in Work on Nov 4th, 2011
I realized I haven’t written about my job situation. This is what has really stressed me about this move. The problem is this: I hate surgery. Specifically I hate dog spays. They stress me more than anything else on Earth. On the days I did spays I didn’t eat because of the stress. What is [...]
The man I work for likes to leave notes around the office about offenses real and imagined. They range from funny to really nasty. Because of a scheduling change we won’t be working at the same office anymore. I mentioned this morning that I won’t be getting notes anymore. I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I [...]
Posted in General on Dec 21st, 2010
In case I was looking for more validation that it was time to move on with my life after the last post, I went to work. It is my day off. But, one of the doctors left this month and we are stretching to cover all the shifts. I take that back. The other non-owner [...]
Sometimes my weirdness even surprises me. This morning I saw a dog who was very big but she was a wimp. Her owner said that she used to be afraid of her dog bed. I asked the dog if there was monster under it because I’d heard that was a common thing. The dog was [...]


