9 posts tagged “work”

Yeah, it's sort of is.  My husband and I both lost our jobs within days of each other.  My ex boss pretty much said that I had a shitty attitude at work and my attendance was poor.  However, I had Doctor's notes and what not, and though I can't excuse a lot of absences, I can truly honestly say that I did my best to keep my attitude so upbeat at work.  I know who he is talking about though, Amy being someone who I just cannot stand because of her mopiness and she was probably the one who told him that I'm a horrible person to work with.

I really don't care.  I'm at my end.  I don't know what to do and honestly, I don't have much motivation to keep on going.  Every other second I want to burst into tears and it may be that I just don't feel like there's much worth or use left in me anymore.

Gah.  Fuck this shit.

I want to slice my wrists open and go to sleep.

I talked to Anthony today, I missed him and wanted to hear his voice.  Everytime I look at Lola it reminds me of him!

Anyway, he told me that he found out about me getting married etc.  I was sad because I didn't want him to hear it from someone who randomly reads my journal, but oh well.  I mean, he said he was upset for like five minutes and then he was okay.  That means things are going well for him, doesn't it?

Today...
    * I had to help people that spoke only Spanish.  Their little cockatiel was injured and I had to do the whole translation thing.  I didn't realize how poor my Spanish was until today.
    * My boss was going to give a 2 week notice to an employee that I'm sort of sad to see go.  She was just starting to come around.
    * I wish I had more motivation.
    * I found a ring that is both affordable, beautiful, and a real diamond! :) 
    * I am going to be happy, dammit.  :)  And I'm going to try to get to Harold's before they close and get some pictures developed.
    * I will not worry about money.

Tomorrow...
    * My mum and dad are coming up to SF.  They are picking up their Schnauzers and taking me to Sam's Club to shop.
    * My hair is getting chopped off, finally!
    * My ferret may get his shots.
    * I may not cry.

Cat Power - Paths of Victory

Work today was okay.  I was dreading it because we had freezing rain all last night and I knew that most of our appointments and surgeries were not going to show up today and that we'd have a cranky doctor and a lot of time to find useless meaningless things to do.  He made me do inventory.  LUCKILY - Rob stopped in because they were just up the road at Hollywood Video and he stayed with me for three hours and helped me do inventory.  How sweet is my man?  :)  He counted so many pills, I thank him so much. 

I have been realizing lately how lucky I am to have him.  I know that things are shitty at times, and I know that sometimes I will find myself regretting things I do EVEN IF my motto is not to regret.  I have to focus on the present and the future, not the past.  Remember, that is things that cannot be changed no matter how hard we try to think we can.  Let's just stick to ENJOYING the present.

My mum has mentioned Rob and I moving to Rock Valley, IA or Hull, IA and renting a house or even buying a house.  There's a place that is looking for a graphic designer and my aunt knows the owner very well.  And she says that Rob could work at a place where they laser cut pieces of metal.  The whole idea sounds so appealing to me, no matter how much I hate small towns and how much I don't want to live there.  It would be great to get everything stable.

The Strokes - When It Started

My dream really was to move to Minneapolis or some city like that sometime soon.  Somewhere that would have lots of concerts and a CULTURE and things to do that don't have to do with agriculture.  And where they may have gay people and black people and other Latinos and maybe museums!  That's what I want.  I want to go back to NY.  SIGH.

Andrew Bird - Weather Systems

Whatever.  We don't always get what we want, but you will find that you always get what you need.  Or something like that?

<3 Ro

So, this weekend we went out with a bunch of friends and one of our friends got way too drunk.  She told me that through emails my boss and his wife complained about me and how I had to be at the hospital all the time and had all these issues.  She wanted to fire me.  He did not.  So I still have a job, but now more than ever I want to quit that awful place and get a different job.  Maybe by the end of January or February I will be able to.  They are two faced liars and have no sympathy for anyone outside of their family circle.  They are self absorbed and care not for anyone.  I don't wish ill on them, but I wish that they would understand what their two faced acts make them miss.

They didn't hire Desiree back after her maternity leave.  So they lost the ability to see her daughter because of it.  And I'm glad that Desi is standing up for herself.  Those bastards don't deserve anything.  Especially after the shitty way they fired her.  They didn't even talk to her, they EMAILED her.  What the fuck?

Ugh.  Anyway, they've known Desi for years and years and years and they treated her like shit.  Why would I expect anything different from them on my behalf?

What's your dream career? 
Submitted by Something.

My dream career was always something dealing with people and/or medicine.  As I got older it got to do with the rights of people and those who couldn't speak for themselves.  I've always liked animals, so when I kind of fell into working at the humane society it seemed like the right kind of work for me.  I could educate and try to help those animals that didn't have a home.

The management there sucked big time, and I quit in late November.  And in early January I got a job at a vet clinic and I absolutely love it there. Lately my mental status has been prohibiting me from enjoying things I normally would. But I think that it's changing.  I love this job more because I do more medical type stuff and I do more with animals than with people.  I still get to educate, but not as in depth as I used to with people that were adopting animals at the humane society.

I like participating in surgeries and I have always liked paperwork.  I enjoy keeping organized records of all my patients and I like all that sort of thing.  Weird eh?

Anyway, I don't think I'm where I want to end up for the rest of my life, but I'm definitely close to it.  I would like to go to nursing school.  But I don't know if I could handle that sort of stress.

-R

The new theme that I set up reminds me out of something from The Great Gatsby.  It's so pretty, I want it as a painting.  Maybe that will inspire me to draw something like that soon.  The Depakote seems to be working, I don't have nearly as wild mood swings, but the depression seems to be worse, like the Paxil is not doing its job.  So, I'm going to talk to my psychiatrist the next time I go in there.  I have some weird inner ear infection type thing going on, and I randomly tip over or feel like I'm going to.  And my chest hurts from the asthma and bronchitis.  I have bad headaches.  Basically, I'm falling apart. 

Anybody want to trade bodies for a week?

You know what song always makes me happy?  "Me and Julio Down By The Schoolyard" by Simon & Garfunkel.  I mean seriously, you can't listen to that song and not move your head or tap your foot.  I dare you to be unhappy while listening to it!

Anyway, I skipped work yesterday and today due to the not feeling well.  I have a doctor's note though, so it's okay!  But still... I'm sure that my boss is getting sick of me being gone so often.  I wish he would have hired Desiree back, she knew what she was doing and she REALLY needed the job.  He didn't hire her because she was gone quite a bit, and it's true, but still... I miss her and she did her job well.

I'm thinking of going into hibernation so that nobody talks to me or sees me.

Perhaps I will go back to the mental health hospital.

<3 R

Work:
I had a series of annoying clients come in.  They sure made for an agitating afternoon.  Plus Elizabeth, who is supposed to be doing the back, was doing nothing but standing up front IN MY WAY and just being nosy.  She asks me about every single phone call and every single thing that I've been talking about with either Janelle or Doc.  Gah.  That girl really needs to go.  I told Doc that his nephew, Zach (who works in the kennels every other afternoon), is lazy and when any one of us tells him to do something, he gives us an attitude.  Doc had a talk with him and took him into the cat room to show him our two house kittens, and he's like, "See, these kittens are the only things you have seniority over.  So when my girls talk, you listen and do what they tell you."  He fucking finally did something about SOMETHING!  Now he just needs to get rid of Elizabeth, that dead weight girl.

Dogs:
Lola's mouth smells like something crawled in there to die.  So tomorrow I am knocking her ass out and cleaning her teeth thoroughly.  If I have the time that is.  I would like to do Sammiches teeth too, but hers are not as bad as Lola's.

Vacation Time:
I have vacation time coming up, for Rob's trip, but I don't have any vacation hours so I won't get paid for my time away... which is fine by me.  I work thirty hours this week and like 28 the other week, suckage.  I'll have to do with whatever little money I get from those cheques.  I'm very excited about this vacation.  Rob says he's nervous, and so am I, but when aren't you nervous when you first meet people?  Especially people that you like?  And someone from so far away!  I just hope he likes me as much as I like him and I hope that we have a good time.  I just want him to at least enjoy his vacation.  I'm sure we will do fine, though, so I'm not too worried.

Okay, I thought that I had more to write, but apparently not.  Soooooo... buh bye!

<3 R

I wonder why I am listening to "Love Love Love" by the Mountain Goats everytime that I'm updating this blog.  Hmm...

I don't know why I'm updating except to say that I was in a funky mood and that I felt like crap.  And I wanted to die.

And after talking to Rob for awhile, I realized that I didn't need to die, I just needed to have a panic attack and then relax.  Thank you, Robert.  *clap hands*  and maybe *say yeah*

I don't want to go to work tomorrow because Janelle is off and that leaves me and Amy alone with fucktard and that means that we will make fun of her and want to kill her, and I try not to, but sometimes she makes me want to drive her head through the wall.

ON ANOTHER NOTE - I am not bringing Rob to my parents or to the clinic.  So NYAH.

<3 R

Work: Let me start off by saying, I work at a vet clinic.  And immediately when you get people involved with animals, you get psychos.  On Wednesday we did an orthopedic surgery to repair a broken leg on a young 7 month old male black Lab.  We had gotten so many stories as to how this dog broke it's leg.  First we were told that it fell out of the back of a pickup while they were going like 15 miles an hour, then we got that he jumped out the window of the car while they were on the interstate and he got hit by a car.  Neither one of those quite matched up with what we saw.  If the dog had jumped out of the car at 15 mph there would NOT have been a fracture that bad and he may not even have had any road rash, but if he had been on the interstate and gotten hit by a car (the speed limit here is 75 mph) that dog would have been dead.

So we repair this dog.  We gave them the estimate of about 700-800 dollars to fix this dog.  They chose to do the surgery, so we did it.  The fix was amazing... I mean, everything came together really nice, and it did take us longer that we wanted to take, but everything was good.  And because the fracture was right beneath the knee, we didn't bandage it.  Common sense tells us that if we bandage a fracture at a wrong angle, it will heal at that angle and cause lots of problems.  The overall price for the surgery with one additional radiograph and anesthesia and hospitalization and antibiotics and pain killers was around 640.  Well below the estimate.  The dad to the dog came in and paid for it before the dog was even ready to go home.

So, why is this such a big deal?  The dog was doing great, walking out of the clinic, and in great spirits.  On Thursday afternoon, I get a phone call that the dog had ripped a chunk of skin off and you could see muscle.  So immediately the thought that the dog ripped out it's surgical staples came to mind.  I told the owner to please drop the dog off and we would do teh surgery that night and he could go home the next morning.  She said it was fine.  And so she did that.  Doctor Williams told her that we could repair that easily, it was a road rash injury where the tissue had become necrotic and fell off.  All he needed was a few stitches, we told her we could repair it for free, but that she would need to pay for the anesthesia and materials to wrap his leg (she asked for this to be done).  So she signed the consent form and left the dog with us.  We repaired the dog a second time and that was that.  Friday morning, she came in to pick him up and THREW A FIT because she had to pay 90 bucks for the materials.  She said, "Dr. Williams said that it would be free, blah blah" So of course, I have this angry customer on my hands. We tell her, "Dr. Williams makes his employees pay for materials as well, why would he give you special treatment?" 

So she takes the dog home and she says that she is never coming back, blah blah.  I'm okay with this because she's having an attitude.  However, later on in the day she calls and talks to Elizabeth (who is a fucking idiot) and tells her that she wants all her records and xrays because she's going to a different vet.  We tell her she can have a copy of her records, but that we will not give her the xrays because they are medical records and are the property of the clinic.  So she throws a fit about that.  Then she comes in later in the day, Dr. Williams makes me go up front to help Janelle deal with her.  I go there and she's having a fit because the dog didn't have the Elizabethan collar put on him, we just sent it home with her... and Janelle says to her "Why would  we go above and beyond the call of duty to put a collar on your dog that you didn't even pay for when you have been nothing but ugly with us?"  Then she's like, "Will my xrays be sent to my new vet?" And I said, "As soon as you choose one, let us know" <- keep in mind, this is ALL I said to her... then she's like "Terrible customer attidude."  And I said "Terrible customer"  and she's like "Bitch!" And I say, "Did you just call me a bitch? Oh no you didn't."  And she HIGH TAILS it out of my clinic.  Frankly, I'll be surprised if she ever shows her face at that clinic when I'm around because I will NOT be a nice girl to her.

There is also a story about flea infested 4 week old kittens that had to have a blood transfusion but this is soooo long.

Lonely: You ever get the feeling that you get replaced easily?  Especially by an inanimate object?  I felt that way last night.  And was depressed.  And just overall angry about it.  So I took two xanaxes...

Dreams: Which led to these terrible dreams.  One of them had Nicole, Patrick, and Christopher in them, and Nicole kept telling me that David Wright beat his record and that she's goin to marry him someday and Anthony Bourdain was in my dream and I had a thing for him, and he had an apartment FULL of Yankee stuff and I was like, "oh my god, Nicole come look at this" and she came in there and told him that David Wright was worth more than a handful of Yankees.  Nicole is 3 yrs old.  Smart girl.  I slept very deeply.  And snored a lot.  Xanax is one crazy ass drug.

I will post more later, this is soooo long.

<3 R

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