Saturday, March 28, 2009
So as many of you know, I work at a veterinary hospital. Now to the layperson a 'vet hospital' has one envisioning a little clinic where you take your puppy or kitten to get it's 'shots' or 'fixed'. And while I have worked at this type of vet clinic, my current employer is far from such. Let me elaborate a bit for you. The vet hospital I work at is a 'Specialty Practice'. We do the things your regular Vet can't or won't do: major surgeries (ie: fractures, ACL repair and other knee problems, spinal discs, and foreign bodies [your dog ate your underwear and now we need to remove them]. My job is to prepare for and assist with these surgeries. That is about it. I rarely deal with owners (clients), never answer the phone, but unfortunately still have to clean up dog poop if Brandon hasn't already taken care of that. If someone were to ask me what I liked about this job opposed to a 'regular' clinic, most likely the first thing out of my mouth would be, "I don't have to deal with clients". Now as awful as this may sound, it is true. I in NO way miss talking with the obnoxious clients out there: the know-it-all breeder, the my-dog-is-a-human person, the people with 20 dogs and no money to care for them, the woman that drags her 40 screaming brats into the clinic to get her dog vaccinated, and the list goes on. I also don't miss answering the phone. "Hi my dog just ate my whole bottle of Xanax, is that bad?" or "My dog got hit by a car a week ago and his leg is rotten and dangling, should I bring him in?" I'm sorry, but people are dumb. It's unfortunate that humans look at pet ownership as a right and not a privilege.
Now that you have read that, let me share the other side of my feelings.
Working with animals without their owners by their side definitely has its benefits. But it also starts to make one look at the animals as just a patient, and you forget about the bond that some person out there has with this dog or cat. This all sort of hit me a few weeks ago when I was taking a dog down to ICU after a surgery. In ICU there was a guy laying in the kennel with his very sick dog. The man came everyday for hours to see his dog, who I believe we sadly had to euthanize eventually . It made me really sad. I was almost mad at myself for becoming so immune to the emotional side of my job. Because I barely work with the owners of the animals, I forget how good it feels when you're returning that 3 month old puppy who broke his leg to the owner who hasn't gotten any sleep since they dropped the dog off. Their eyes watering with overwhelming joy and thanks that you were able to fix their beloved pet. That is what makes my job worth it, and how I wish I were reminded of that more often. So to my dismay, my job is not 'playing with puppies and kittens all day'. It is slowly becoming more physically and emotionally wearing.
I apologize for the melancholy undertones of this blog. It was just something I felt I needed to share, as many people have no idea what I even do for a living.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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Monday, March 9, 2009
I made a trip to my local Marsh grocer last evening to pick up a few essentials: toothpaste, cereal, and impulse candy bars. My initial intentions were to purchase but one box of breakfast grains; Lucky Charms for my gentleman friend who is an occasional inhabitant of my zoo. The downfall to purchasing Lucky Charms, is that I tend to be the one to finish off the box of sugary goodness, and quite quickly might I add. So, in an attempt to prevent this from happening I decided to additionally purchase a cereal with a healthier twist. Looking at the vast array of cereals spread before me, I decided to go with some Special K (vanilla almond to be precise). I've had it before, I like it, and it's healthy...that's what I thought anyways. I get home and as I pulled the two boxes out of the bag I took notice of the nutritional info, and low and behold; they're damn near identical (considering calories, fat and carbs). WTF? Who hasn't seen the ridiculous Special K commercials about eating the cereal and losing weight and blah blah blah? Well F that! If I'm going to get serial about cereal as part of a healthy diet, I may as well enjoy a substantial bowl of magical deliciousness. So what have I learned here? Advertising is stupid (although obviously effective), and I might not feel quite as guilty about polishing off a bowl of LC.
In fencing, touché (French: touched, Pronounced Too-shay) is used as an acknowledgement of a hit, called out by the fencer who is hit. A referee can call out touché to refer to a touch being called - for example, the French call for "no point" is "pas de touché" (English: no touch).
It is from the infinitive verb 'toucher' which means to touch and is changed to the past participle by removing the -er ending and adding the appropriate ending (-é).
The word touché is often used in "popular culture" and general conversation—for example, in an argument or debate. If one person presents an argument and another delivers a clever or apt response, the first person may respond with "touché" as a way of acknowledging a good response. A synonym of this word would be "Good point".
And if you were already well versed in the history of this term...I don't care. Thank youuuuu.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Inspiration for creating a blog came from several sources:
1. Myself: hoping that in writing about random, most likely useless crap and venting on a semi-daily basis, may help relieve some stress. 2. Dr. H (a coworker of mine) who has a super cool blog of his own. He felt that creating a blog was definitely something I needed to do.
3. All the cool kids seem to be blogging these days.
So we shall see where this fresh idea takes me. Everyone is welcome, and encouraged to dive in and take a look. But reader beware: blog most likely contains purposeless and stray thoughts, ideas and personal views.