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[greenxyzcannonball]

Since I was fairly young, I always thought I wanted to be a vet. I figured that since I could deal with animals on a daily basis that it would be a satisfying line of work. At Companion, a great deal of my work was just looking after the animals. The owners seemed to be fairly well-off and at least respectful of the staff. At the vet clinic I work at now, there seems to be a very different sort of clientele. Some of it is probably due to the fact that I’m less willing to put up with stupid people, especially stupid people who own pets and don’t take good care of them. Today I was almost to the point of telling someone to go fuck themselves. I just don’t get it; if you keep animals, you should care for them, as they can’t buy their own food or call the vet when they’re sick. Maybe it's because my new job throws me a little more into the thick of things that I notice more how truly ignorant some people can be. Part of this is probably dissatisfaction stemming from the fact that I still don't know some parts of my job. Some of the restraining and most of the cleaning I know, but most of the lab and tech work? hardly at all. I find my favorite things are running the tests and filling prescriptions. I'm thinking about switching to pharmacy, as the prospect of having my face next to a dog's rear daily and facing the risk of being bitten every time I handle an animal don't really thrill me. and frankly I feel kinda.....dead.....lately. I don't know if it's the job, dealing with my dad (and mom the mini napoleon) after his surgery, my black hole of a room or that for the past week I haven't really been able to talk to anyone who wasn't family or co-worker. I'm tired of living like I'm dead. (by the way, I read slaughterhouse five this weekend....nice mindfuck book.) I want to get out and do something, but I always feel like I have to: clean my room, lose 20 pounds, change this, do that.....it never ends

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[fountainhead4.livejournal.com]

ditto.

and i love me some tralfamadorians.

[greenewok7.livejournal.com]

amen.....sex in infinitely many dimensions....ooh baby....

[bunnychicky.livejournal.com]

I had to read that in Lang this year, good book.
....But the Tralfamadorians kill the universe, why like them? Im confuzzled. Oh well, I hope everything works out with the cater-type job. If it does, quit the dog-eat-dog world of anal thermometers.

[greenewok7.livejournal.com]

The universe will probably end anyway whether it's the Tralfamadorians that hit the switch or humans really doesn't matter. Yeah, I'm hoping the catering/serving thing works out. They pay better!