My current annoyance: that AT&T commercial about the girl who’s a fanatical Michael Phelps fan. I actually kind of like the one about the dude shooting pool all day (so he missed out on Motorhead tickets).
So, I looked back over my posts and realized that I never quite came out and said what I’m doing. Or did I? I don’t remember. Anyway, I’m working as a veterinary technician at the humane society. Most days I really love it, but some days it’s the worst job in the world.
Getting accustomed to the married-and-working lifestyle had been quite the challenge. I’ve never been much of an early riser, so getting to work by 8:30 is tough for me, especially since I’m ready to go to sleep by 7pm these days. No time for a life with that kind of schedule!
Another work adjustment is the environment itself. I’ve never really worked with “blue collar” type folk before, and it’s very different from what I’m used to. Considering that I just came from a hipster job in a hipster bookstore in a hipster town…and now two of my coworkers are missing half their teeth, and there are only 3 of us on the staff who have 4-year degrees. All that aside, though, I do like my co-workers (most of the time.) There’s a lot of workplace gossip, too, and most of it is hella malicious, which is also a change. I’m in the “popular clique” again; I always manage to end up in that circle. At work it’s a blessing and curse, because some of the worst gossipers are with me in it, therefore less inclined to gossip about me, but too the other people talk about me more because I am. This all sounds dreadfully high-school, and believe me, that’s how it feels sometimes.
Okay, I have to say this right now. I’m in the middle of watching VH1’s Top 100 Songs of the 90’s. Most are pretty good, but the rankings are a little “wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy whack!” For instance, number 21 is Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.” Don’t get me wrong, I love that song, but…number 21? Frankly, I’m a bit terrified to see top 10. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know.
(20: “MmmBop”, Hanson. Kill me!)
Anyway, back to work…Aside from office politics, work is good. Sad, but good. Oh gosh, is it sad some days…Today was one of those days. Today made the second day I’ve cried at work. It was a mix of hormones, the songs playing on the radio, and this one really pathetic dog in area 4 (70–small dogs and puppies) that had demodectic mange and kept looking at me like, “Why am I here? Why do I hurt? Where is my family?” Sad. Tear your fucking heart out.
(18: Metallica–”Enter Sandman.” This one I buy. Actually played this on Rock Band last night. Speaking of which, I’m starting to PWN some drums on that game!)
Dude, 90’s rock is orgasmic. Yeah, it had to be said. Feed me Pearl Jam, Live, Metallica, and Collective Soul and I’ll stay in a music coma all day…
Another extremely uncomfortable aspect of my job is dealing with the public. When people turn in their animals, either Dan or I have to go vaccinate them in Incoming. So often they’re crying and asking you if their animal is going to be euthanized, or telling you what a great pet it is, etc… Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to say anything to comfort them, really, since those decisions aren’t made by us. Makes you feel like shit when some little kid is bawling with their cat in their arms asking you if it’s going to die and you can’t say no. We’ve had big truckers in there crying over a little newborn kitten they found at a truckstop.
More than anything, my job at the humane society has taught me about people. Unfortunately, the majority of what I’m learning isn’t good.
So, yeah. Even when I’m not at work, I’m always thinking about it. I guess that happens to everyone.
In less depressing news…
hm…
Uh, we got a $150 bottle of wine for thirty bucks?
