Risking being Dooced...
Okay, I've been worried about posting about my job because of what happened with Heather Armstrong (Dooce) and how she was fired for blogging about her job. (Being Dooced)
But she was bitching about her boss, when the doocing occured.
And I love my boss!
So if Susan stumbles upon this for any reason, hi! I love you, Susan. Please don't fire me.
And thanks for the gas card! You rock!
But I just have to tell you about a three hour chunk of time the other day. I won't use the womans real name. I'll call her...Ronda.
Okay, so Ronda is one of my regulars. I see her 10 hours a week.
Ronda has a big fat dog that drools, farts, and jumps on you with such a force that your legs are left bruised after each attack.
She also has a cat and a kitten that yowl like no other animals I've ever dealt with. Ronda says they like to talk. I think something is seriously wrong with them.
I love animals, but these animals...they bug me.
This past week, Ronda informed me that I had to take them to the vet to get their rabies vaccinations or they would be taken from her.
Fuuuuuck.
To top it off, the appointement was just at the very end of her visit, and I was risking being late for my next person.
And the vet was in a neighboring fucking town.
Double Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
So I loaded her big fat dog and her two yowling cats into Darcy and drove like a bat out of hell.
The dog drooled the whole way, it's spittle making a rat-tat-tat sound as it dribbled on the leather seat.
Everytime I hit the break, despite my attempts at holding him back with one arm, the obese animal would still somehow whack his nose on the dashboard and as if it was a fart switch, the car filled with the stink of dog flatulence. Meanwhile the cats were protesting their confinment and their dislike for car rides by serenading me with a maddening chorus of "Mmmeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooww!"
By the time that I made it to the vet, I had fifteen minutes to get back to Bloomington, drop off the animals and make it to my next persons house.
And of course, the dog refused to get out of the car. So I had to lift this 80 lb porkchop of a dog, and drag him to the door of the vet, tie him to the door handle, then I had to jog back to the car and carry the now jolting cat carrier, as the cat and kitten were trying to make a break for it.
Checking the animals into the vet wasn't too bad. But the shots themselves were difficult.
The kitten lucked out and was too small to get one.
The momma cat lunged for the top of some cabinets, which were about a foot from the ceiling. The vet and I totally earned our pay that day, chasing the damned cat around the office.
When it was the dogs turn for a shot, she peed all over the floor.
CHECK PLEASE! I do belive I was done for the day, at that point.
Somehow, I don't even remember how, I got the animals back in Darcy and I sped back to town and dropped them off at the ungreatful Rondas house. And instead of a thank you, because I could have refused to do this errand for her all together because it's NOT in my job description, and I could have turned her down, she had the audacity to hold me over longer to call the vet and complain on her behalf that they charged her 8 dollars for the shots, becuase she was sure that they were free.
Of course I was late for my next persons visit, and she was bitchy about it.
And all because I was trying to do a good deed.
Grr.
But she was bitching about her boss, when the doocing occured.
And I love my boss!
So if Susan stumbles upon this for any reason, hi! I love you, Susan. Please don't fire me.
And thanks for the gas card! You rock!
But I just have to tell you about a three hour chunk of time the other day. I won't use the womans real name. I'll call her...Ronda.
Okay, so Ronda is one of my regulars. I see her 10 hours a week.
Ronda has a big fat dog that drools, farts, and jumps on you with such a force that your legs are left bruised after each attack.
She also has a cat and a kitten that yowl like no other animals I've ever dealt with. Ronda says they like to talk. I think something is seriously wrong with them.
I love animals, but these animals...they bug me.
This past week, Ronda informed me that I had to take them to the vet to get their rabies vaccinations or they would be taken from her.
Fuuuuuck.
To top it off, the appointement was just at the very end of her visit, and I was risking being late for my next person.
And the vet was in a neighboring fucking town.
Double Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
So I loaded her big fat dog and her two yowling cats into Darcy and drove like a bat out of hell.
The dog drooled the whole way, it's spittle making a rat-tat-tat sound as it dribbled on the leather seat.
Everytime I hit the break, despite my attempts at holding him back with one arm, the obese animal would still somehow whack his nose on the dashboard and as if it was a fart switch, the car filled with the stink of dog flatulence. Meanwhile the cats were protesting their confinment and their dislike for car rides by serenading me with a maddening chorus of "Mmmeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooww!"
By the time that I made it to the vet, I had fifteen minutes to get back to Bloomington, drop off the animals and make it to my next persons house.
And of course, the dog refused to get out of the car. So I had to lift this 80 lb porkchop of a dog, and drag him to the door of the vet, tie him to the door handle, then I had to jog back to the car and carry the now jolting cat carrier, as the cat and kitten were trying to make a break for it.
Checking the animals into the vet wasn't too bad. But the shots themselves were difficult.
The kitten lucked out and was too small to get one.
The momma cat lunged for the top of some cabinets, which were about a foot from the ceiling. The vet and I totally earned our pay that day, chasing the damned cat around the office.
When it was the dogs turn for a shot, she peed all over the floor.
CHECK PLEASE! I do belive I was done for the day, at that point.
Somehow, I don't even remember how, I got the animals back in Darcy and I sped back to town and dropped them off at the ungreatful Rondas house. And instead of a thank you, because I could have refused to do this errand for her all together because it's NOT in my job description, and I could have turned her down, she had the audacity to hold me over longer to call the vet and complain on her behalf that they charged her 8 dollars for the shots, becuase she was sure that they were free.
Of course I was late for my next persons visit, and she was bitchy about it.
And all because I was trying to do a good deed.
Grr.