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I'm melting, I'm meeeelting!
Apr. 26th, 2004 09:00 pmHow does the temperature go from low sixties to high nineties in two days? Ye small gods, but it was hot in the hospital today. Not 'Gee, I wish they would turn on the A/C" hot, but "If I have to move, I'll pass out" hot. And while the management swore up down and sideways that the AC was turned on, I had _cats_ panting in the hospital. For those who do not know cat biology, this is a very bad thing. Cats only pant when they're on their way to being seriously overheated. *glowers at managment* How are sick kitties supposed to get better if they're frying? (Never mind how are poor vettechers supposed to treat said kitties if they are passed out on the floor...)
We have to wear jeans. _Black_ jeans. Did they have to pick the least suitable bit of clothing ever? I'm a vettecher, I should be wearing scrubs. *pouts* Besides the fact that we all look like escapees from the Medical Department of Star Trek...
Oh, we had the cutest kitten in the hospital today. It was a 6pm appointment, Dr. Chad's last until he comes back from Hawaii (lucky duck gets a 5-day vacation in the islands. He does deserve it.) Annnyway. Cutest little ball of fluff you ever did see, other than my own little sock-nibbler. Its retina was bleeding.... looked kinda freaky. We did a whole battery of tests (my pet theory of having whacked into something on a flight around the house was disproved), of which the kitten appreciated precisely zero. And she then proved that she was a wiggly little kitten, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her lungs. Luckily she doesn't have FELV/FIV, so we're down to FIP (still not good), and various infections. Hope it's an infection.
Oh, yeah, getting to school today. Usually takes me roughly 25 minutes, give or take five minutes depending on how closely I think the cops are watching. Today? An hour. Truck lost a wheel half way to school, and basically stopped traffic. I spent 45 minutes on that bit. Theeeen, I'm almost at school, and one of those ore-hauling trucks throws a rock at my car. Now I've got a nice crack in my windshield. It's not too bad yet (couldn't fix it today, had to go to work), so hopefully they'll be able to patch it tomorrow. Theeeen, I get to school... wait, gotta set the scene.
Foothill is an island, basically. The school itself sits on top of... well, let's be honest and call it a mesa. A slightly tilted mesa, but a mesa. It is practically flat on top, with most of the parking waaaaay down below, with either really steep trails or torturous stairs connecting the two. There is one parking lot (which is next to the VT lab) that sits on top of the hill (actually, above the school. The mesa is connected to the rest of the foothill range by a thin strip of high land). Annnyway. So today, and for the rest of the quarter, the Powers That Be have closed two of the biggest parking lots, and opened up "overflow parking" waaaaaaay out in the boonies, which is even further down than the parking lots.
Wanna guess where the only parking was once I got there (20 minutes late)? Yeah. So I'm belting up the stairs of innumerable length, dying in the heat (at 9am!), cursing out the fact that the class is in the VT lab today (Farrier demo.)... I must have looked very interesting. From now on, I'm getting there at eight, and camping out in the cafeteria with a Chai. Stupid school officials. There should be no special parking for teachers and officials and such. Let them park with everyone else, and then we'll see how many parking lots get closed.
Oh, and my coworker is really starting to get on my nerves. We work in a shelter, right? Life is bound to be more stressful than usual. And of course we have odd management - who doesn't? But she makes this big production over every little thing they do that she doesn't like (which is most things), and dealing with that _and_ the cases that come in is a little much at times. No, I don't care that such-n-such manager didn't _quite_ obey the rules when they were doing tours. They're managers, and she manages a different department. Why should she know our rules? No, I don't care that they're cracking down on tardiness. I hate it when I'm late, and I try my darndest not to be late. Never been late over ten minutes, either.
*sigh*
Okay, enough with the rantiness. *thinks happy thoughts* I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I get to go line-dancing tomorrow. Wheee!
We have to wear jeans. _Black_ jeans. Did they have to pick the least suitable bit of clothing ever? I'm a vettecher, I should be wearing scrubs. *pouts* Besides the fact that we all look like escapees from the Medical Department of Star Trek...
Oh, we had the cutest kitten in the hospital today. It was a 6pm appointment, Dr. Chad's last until he comes back from Hawaii (lucky duck gets a 5-day vacation in the islands. He does deserve it.) Annnyway. Cutest little ball of fluff you ever did see, other than my own little sock-nibbler. Its retina was bleeding.... looked kinda freaky. We did a whole battery of tests (my pet theory of having whacked into something on a flight around the house was disproved), of which the kitten appreciated precisely zero. And she then proved that she was a wiggly little kitten, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her lungs. Luckily she doesn't have FELV/FIV, so we're down to FIP (still not good), and various infections. Hope it's an infection.
Oh, yeah, getting to school today. Usually takes me roughly 25 minutes, give or take five minutes depending on how closely I think the cops are watching. Today? An hour. Truck lost a wheel half way to school, and basically stopped traffic. I spent 45 minutes on that bit. Theeeen, I'm almost at school, and one of those ore-hauling trucks throws a rock at my car. Now I've got a nice crack in my windshield. It's not too bad yet (couldn't fix it today, had to go to work), so hopefully they'll be able to patch it tomorrow. Theeeen, I get to school... wait, gotta set the scene.
Foothill is an island, basically. The school itself sits on top of... well, let's be honest and call it a mesa. A slightly tilted mesa, but a mesa. It is practically flat on top, with most of the parking waaaaay down below, with either really steep trails or torturous stairs connecting the two. There is one parking lot (which is next to the VT lab) that sits on top of the hill (actually, above the school. The mesa is connected to the rest of the foothill range by a thin strip of high land). Annnyway. So today, and for the rest of the quarter, the Powers That Be have closed two of the biggest parking lots, and opened up "overflow parking" waaaaaaay out in the boonies, which is even further down than the parking lots.
Wanna guess where the only parking was once I got there (20 minutes late)? Yeah. So I'm belting up the stairs of innumerable length, dying in the heat (at 9am!), cursing out the fact that the class is in the VT lab today (Farrier demo.)... I must have looked very interesting. From now on, I'm getting there at eight, and camping out in the cafeteria with a Chai. Stupid school officials. There should be no special parking for teachers and officials and such. Let them park with everyone else, and then we'll see how many parking lots get closed.
Oh, and my coworker is really starting to get on my nerves. We work in a shelter, right? Life is bound to be more stressful than usual. And of course we have odd management - who doesn't? But she makes this big production over every little thing they do that she doesn't like (which is most things), and dealing with that _and_ the cases that come in is a little much at times. No, I don't care that such-n-such manager didn't _quite_ obey the rules when they were doing tours. They're managers, and she manages a different department. Why should she know our rules? No, I don't care that they're cracking down on tardiness. I hate it when I'm late, and I try my darndest not to be late. Never been late over ten minutes, either.
*sigh*
Okay, enough with the rantiness. *thinks happy thoughts* I don't have to go to work tomorrow. I get to go line-dancing tomorrow. Wheee!
