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Because hawkelf said I could. *snerk*
Nah, I was just thinking that now that I don't have to work on Sundays (this upcoming Sunday is my last one... *looks shocked*), I can go orienteering again. Yippee! I've missed it so much. I was actually moving up the ranks when I started college. Then I had no time between classes and going home every weekend and this, that, and the other thing. Then I started this job... So yeah, get to go back to the sport I love the most. Still not gonna let dad have the map. Letting dad have the map means going through every ditch, reentry, poison ivy patch, cow pasture, and mountain range between you and... where-ever he thinks the flag is. Which is never where it really is. *headdesk* I'm smart now - I bring my own money and by my own dang map. And I know how to read it. Hah. *grin* This is gonna be great.
Of course, this still doesn't solve my problem of where to go next quarter. I"m thinking I should call up Dr. Thompson. She's a great vet, works absolute miracles with cats, and she's a good person. I like working with good people - less stress that way.
Work has actually been kinda fun lately - weird, no? The new RVT in S/N is letting me intubate, and I get to knock down dogs when she isn't there. Lemme tell you, intubating is not as easy as it looks on ER. Oh, and isofluorane does cause headaches. I now know this after attempting to keep a dog under during surgery on a mask gas anesthesia, while unbeknownst to us, the machine was pumping the gas into the room full bore. Ai. Oh, and right after I got out of that room for some fresh (non-gassed) air, the HR lady had a whole list of questions for me. O.o Lady, you fired me, remember? Why is it that you now want to know my level of training and when I'm going to graduate? 'Cause, if you want to offer me a different job, I want a) benefits and b) better pay. I work too hard to be paid the same amount as the people who take snack breaks every five minutes.
Oh, and attempting to do Schirmer's tear tests on both eyes at once doesn't work. Trust me on this one.
I would like to announce that Californians evidently vote for whatever people from movies tell them to vote for. I cannot believe they passed that stem-cell research proposition. Yeah, the science might be wonderful. It might be the magic bullet we've been searching for all these years. It might also be a dud. No one knows yet. But we are now going to pay millions of dollars to fund research into this field because famous people told Californians to vote for it. Now, I respect Mr. Fox very much, and I am a huge fan of Mr. Reeve. That doesn't mean I have to agree with their tactics.
*beats Californians over the head with a clue bat*
Okay, I'm done ranting.
No I'm not. But at least it's on a new subject. How come I work out five days a week, eat a uber-healthy diet, and generally act like a health geek and lose maybe a pound every couple of weeks, and random Joe Shmoe can get on some random weight-loss regimine that doesn't make scientific sense, and lose twenty pounds in a month? WHY???
*curses white-girl fat-holding genes*
I think I'm going to steal hawkelf's plot bunny about the spy ring made up of teachers. It won't leave me alone. But I've got to finish the second chappie of the Han on Hoth story. Gotta get my boys home, after all. I did promise to put all my toys away when I finished.
Okay, time for bed. Got a lot of ClinPath tomorrow. Yay for coag studies, right?
EDIT: Okay, I give up. What's NaNoWriMo anyway?
Oh, and Gene Kelly rivals Mark Hamill as 'Best Muppet Show Guest'. *snerk*
Nah, I was just thinking that now that I don't have to work on Sundays (this upcoming Sunday is my last one... *looks shocked*), I can go orienteering again. Yippee! I've missed it so much. I was actually moving up the ranks when I started college. Then I had no time between classes and going home every weekend and this, that, and the other thing. Then I started this job... So yeah, get to go back to the sport I love the most. Still not gonna let dad have the map. Letting dad have the map means going through every ditch, reentry, poison ivy patch, cow pasture, and mountain range between you and... where-ever he thinks the flag is. Which is never where it really is. *headdesk* I'm smart now - I bring my own money and by my own dang map. And I know how to read it. Hah. *grin* This is gonna be great.
Of course, this still doesn't solve my problem of where to go next quarter. I"m thinking I should call up Dr. Thompson. She's a great vet, works absolute miracles with cats, and she's a good person. I like working with good people - less stress that way.
Work has actually been kinda fun lately - weird, no? The new RVT in S/N is letting me intubate, and I get to knock down dogs when she isn't there. Lemme tell you, intubating is not as easy as it looks on ER. Oh, and isofluorane does cause headaches. I now know this after attempting to keep a dog under during surgery on a mask gas anesthesia, while unbeknownst to us, the machine was pumping the gas into the room full bore. Ai. Oh, and right after I got out of that room for some fresh (non-gassed) air, the HR lady had a whole list of questions for me. O.o Lady, you fired me, remember? Why is it that you now want to know my level of training and when I'm going to graduate? 'Cause, if you want to offer me a different job, I want a) benefits and b) better pay. I work too hard to be paid the same amount as the people who take snack breaks every five minutes.
Oh, and attempting to do Schirmer's tear tests on both eyes at once doesn't work. Trust me on this one.
I would like to announce that Californians evidently vote for whatever people from movies tell them to vote for. I cannot believe they passed that stem-cell research proposition. Yeah, the science might be wonderful. It might be the magic bullet we've been searching for all these years. It might also be a dud. No one knows yet. But we are now going to pay millions of dollars to fund research into this field because famous people told Californians to vote for it. Now, I respect Mr. Fox very much, and I am a huge fan of Mr. Reeve. That doesn't mean I have to agree with their tactics.
*beats Californians over the head with a clue bat*
Okay, I'm done ranting.
No I'm not. But at least it's on a new subject. How come I work out five days a week, eat a uber-healthy diet, and generally act like a health geek and lose maybe a pound every couple of weeks, and random Joe Shmoe can get on some random weight-loss regimine that doesn't make scientific sense, and lose twenty pounds in a month? WHY???
*curses white-girl fat-holding genes*
I think I'm going to steal hawkelf's plot bunny about the spy ring made up of teachers. It won't leave me alone. But I've got to finish the second chappie of the Han on Hoth story. Gotta get my boys home, after all. I did promise to put all my toys away when I finished.
Okay, time for bed. Got a lot of ClinPath tomorrow. Yay for coag studies, right?
EDIT: Okay, I give up. What's NaNoWriMo anyway?
Oh, and Gene Kelly rivals Mark Hamill as 'Best Muppet Show Guest'. *snerk*
