Thursday morning I came in extra early because it was surgery day, I walked into the office and all of Frodo’s stuff was still sitting there. Crazy lady never showed up to get him. The other animal care supervisor called her the night before at 830 when she still hadn’t showed up and the lady said she would be in to pick him up at 9am. As hard as it was to leave him the night before I was really hoping he wouldn’t be there when I came in. I of course went and got him out of his kennel, he looked just as bad. So to shorten the story I put him in a basket and brought him into class with me and set him up so we could keep an eye on him while we were doing surgery, lucky me I was the circulating tech so I didn’t have to scrub in and could see him. Every time the vet walked through class my heart sank, I knew she was coming in to take my cat. 9 o’clock rolled around and she wasn’t there, then at 1130 the vet came in a picked up his basket, I was washing tools from the first surgery, she has finally come to pick him up.
I carried fordo to the office she was there and she there and so happy to see him. The vet explained that his condition was being caused by over medication, and because his was over medicated there was no way to do surgery on him and doing so would most likely kill him. The crazy lady said she understood and that he would be off the meds as soon as the undistended testicle so the vet went over it again. At that point I wanted to puke I couldn’t believe that I had to hand this cat back to her, I put Frodo in his basket and put him on the desk and walked out. I knew if I stayed in the room I was going to hit her or run out to my car with him. The vet came and found me when she was gone and apparently at the end of the conversation crazy lady said that Frodo had an appointment the next day to “evaluate the meds” and the vet said that it sounded like she was trying to say whatever she thought the vet wanted to hear. I cried but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
The next Monday
Crazy lady brought in more cats, when I asked her about Frodo she told me the vet she took him to on that Friday had done the surgery, once again I almost puked. A good vet NEVER would have put him under, she must not have a good vet. I asked when he would be available for adoption, she hemmed and hawed and came up with a week. grrrrrrr
The Monday after that
Crazy lady brought more cats, I asked about Frodo and she told me that had him almost weaned off all his behavior meds.
Do I believe he’s ok? No, I just have my fingers crossed that he is ok and that they will adopt him to someone else. I miss my little guy and in his honor I am working my ass off to find another cat rescue for us to use. Crazy lady is the last on the list when we need animals, and as you can tell we had to use her.
unattended children will be given espresso and a free kitten
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Frodo part 2
Wednesday
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.
After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.
I came in to check on the animals and Frodo just looked miserable. I picked him up and he didn’t move, pull back, or even make a noise. I wrapped him in a towel and took him into the office. When our vet came in she asked if he had eaten anything and when I said no she ran next door and bought two cans of tuna. We opened one and he sniffed it but wouldn’t get up on his own to eat it. So we just moved it and he licked it but wouldn’t take any bites, if I put a chunk in his mouth he wouldn’t chew it he would just swallow it. The vet tried calling the rescue again and left another message, she then went and got the pill bottles that his pills came in and called that vet to get a copy of his records. Just after that the rescue lady called back and when the vet asked about his temperament she told her just responded with “well I’ll just come pick him up” and wouldn’t answer the question she also didn’t like that we had called the other vet to get his history. That was when she said she had to go pick up abandoned kittens and she would be there in the afternoon to pick up Frodo.
After that we received his record and from reading it not only had the “foster home” had him for more than a year they had moved him with them from Florida, he had been on one of his meds for over a year and the other one for 8 months. They had tried to take him off the meds but he started spraying again and back on the meds he would go. Once they realized that he still had a testicle they should have shifted his treatment from inappropriate urination to retained testicle, with the spraying/marking of a sexually mature male. At the end of the record it had “owner says Frodo will be neutered by a friend”. This doesn’t sound like a rescue cat, it sounds like crazy rescue lady was trying to pull one over on us and get a free neuter on a cat that was in no condition to be a candidate by claiming he was a rescue. Frodo also had trouble keeping his eyes open, the vet had her class do an eye stain to look for lesions and he had one in his right eye. They also gave him subcutaneous fluids. For the rest of the afternoon Frodo came with me everywhere, I had him on a board that I carried him on and would syringe feed him in between whatever I was doing. At 2 and she still hadn’t picked him up I made a space on the floor in the office where I had Frodo on my lap and I could study/do homework for my classes. We sat there for a few hours and at one point I realized that he was purring, I couldn’t hear him but I felt it. The idea of sending him home with the people who let him get into this state really angered me. I am convinced that his “favorite towel” wasn’t his favorite, Frodo just didn’t have the strength/energy move once he was on it. We joked about ways to keep them from taking him. I just didn’t trust these people, he didn’t become underweight and almost catatonic in the 3 days that we had him. I stayed at school until 6pm waiting for him to get picked up. I wanted to just bring him home, but I left him and that was one of the hardest things to do. I called my husband and cried, I wanted Frodo so bad. Yes I wanted to keep him as a “forever” pet, but more than that I wanted to take him, make him better, learn his real personality and then see him in to a good home mine or otherwise. It killed me to think that wasn’t going to be what was going to happen to him.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Frodo part 1
Frodo
Frodo came to the school this week from a rescue group we don’t normally use. He was the only animal we received from them. When the lady dropped him off she gave off that “crazy cat lady” vibe. All the other rescue people I have dealt with so far as the Animal Care supervisor seem to be really in tune with the animals they bring in and have an understanding as to what our mission is, even when it is the foster homes bringing in the animals I feel confident about the animals in their care. Not with this lady. I brushed it off, I have been having a rough time of getting enough sleep and it was on Monday morning. I watched her put the cat in the kennel with his “favorite towel”, fill out the forms, tell me about the meds he was on, she showed me that he had un-distended testicle (that she marked with a red pen) , went over the feeding protocol and sent her on her way. Frodo crawled into the corner under the perch and stayed there, this is not uncommon, a new place that smells funny, 5 other cats in cages around you, 1-5 barking dogs on the other side of the door and strange people walking through the room a million times a day.
The history I got from the lady about Frodo is that he was a rescue and they thought he was neutered but he was spraying like an un-neutered cat so they put him on an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety medication and they had had him for about a year and he wasn’t adoptable until the spraying was under control and they will take him off the meds as soon as the un-distended testicle was removed. That made some sense at the time.
The Vet and I did his intake physical his temp was normal and he didn’t struggle at all. He seemed to just move really slow and his muscles were really tense. She made note of the movement and she put is body condition score at 4 out of 10. We went on to the other 6 animals we had to do. Tuesday after my class the vet and I were doing intake on 2 new animals that had come in and we checked on good ol’ Frodo he hadn’t eaten anything and he was in the same place I put him after his kennel had been cleaned. I picked him up and we put him on the table and he was still as a statue. I picked him up by his scruff and placed him down on the table with his back feet and like he was in slow motion he curled himself down to put his front feet down. The Vet figured out that he was over medicated and there was no way we could neuter him in that condition, there no way to maintain vitals on him under anesthesia. So the priority shifted from getting him ready for surgery to making him feel better. The Vet went to the office to call the rescue to find out if this was from the stress of being in a new place or was he just as sluggish at home. At the time I had left on Tuesday the rescue lady hadn’t called back.
Frodo came to the school this week from a rescue group we don’t normally use. He was the only animal we received from them. When the lady dropped him off she gave off that “crazy cat lady” vibe. All the other rescue people I have dealt with so far as the Animal Care supervisor seem to be really in tune with the animals they bring in and have an understanding as to what our mission is, even when it is the foster homes bringing in the animals I feel confident about the animals in their care. Not with this lady. I brushed it off, I have been having a rough time of getting enough sleep and it was on Monday morning. I watched her put the cat in the kennel with his “favorite towel”, fill out the forms, tell me about the meds he was on, she showed me that he had un-distended testicle (that she marked with a red pen) , went over the feeding protocol and sent her on her way. Frodo crawled into the corner under the perch and stayed there, this is not uncommon, a new place that smells funny, 5 other cats in cages around you, 1-5 barking dogs on the other side of the door and strange people walking through the room a million times a day.
The history I got from the lady about Frodo is that he was a rescue and they thought he was neutered but he was spraying like an un-neutered cat so they put him on an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety medication and they had had him for about a year and he wasn’t adoptable until the spraying was under control and they will take him off the meds as soon as the un-distended testicle was removed. That made some sense at the time.
The Vet and I did his intake physical his temp was normal and he didn’t struggle at all. He seemed to just move really slow and his muscles were really tense. She made note of the movement and she put is body condition score at 4 out of 10. We went on to the other 6 animals we had to do. Tuesday after my class the vet and I were doing intake on 2 new animals that had come in and we checked on good ol’ Frodo he hadn’t eaten anything and he was in the same place I put him after his kennel had been cleaned. I picked him up and we put him on the table and he was still as a statue. I picked him up by his scruff and placed him down on the table with his back feet and like he was in slow motion he curled himself down to put his front feet down. The Vet figured out that he was over medicated and there was no way we could neuter him in that condition, there no way to maintain vitals on him under anesthesia. So the priority shifted from getting him ready for surgery to making him feel better. The Vet went to the office to call the rescue to find out if this was from the stress of being in a new place or was he just as sluggish at home. At the time I had left on Tuesday the rescue lady hadn’t called back.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Sweet Dog Update
there is now a leash tethered to the side of their house. I guess calling the cops worked.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Why did you buy a town home again?
Here is our “yard” the space between the house on the left side and the driveway. 
Why the hell would you buy one of these if you A)have multiple children or B) a dog. We are not on a cul-de-sac, we do not have fenced in yards. We have a neighbor that has the sweetest golden retriever and they let him roam without a leash. He came over from across the street to hang out with Rob when he was working in the garage the other day, being the nice people that we are Rob walked the dog back over to its home. When he went around the side of their house the lady of the house was on the phone and saw Rob with her dog, when Rob told her that the dog came for a visit she got all bitchy at him. He wasn’t hurting anyone.. “fine.. I’ll put him inside” 
So today I come home from class and the dog is once again lounging around off leash. I am sorry but on the other side of our house is Main street, a busy street, and if he is willing to wonder over here what is stopping him from wondering there. I called the non-emergency number and told them about the dog. When they asked I told them about her response to my husband when he returned the dog the last time. They sent a community officer over to their house, the dog was not out so he called and asked what the dog looked like so when he knocked on the door he knew it was the right house. He was over there for 5 minutes. She then walked down our block looking at houses. My garage door was open, she might think it was me but there is also a garage sale going on at the end of the block I could always blame them :) Yep I am a bitch
Why the hell would you buy one of these if you A)have multiple children or B) a dog. We are not on a cul-de-sac, we do not have fenced in yards. We have a neighbor that has the sweetest golden retriever and they let him roam without a leash. He came over from across the street to hang out with Rob when he was working in the garage the other day, being the nice people that we are Rob walked the dog back over to its home. When he went around the side of their house the lady of the house was on the phone and saw Rob with her dog, when Rob told her that the dog came for a visit she got all bitchy at him. He wasn’t hurting anyone.. “fine.. I’ll put him inside” 
So today I come home from class and the dog is once again lounging around off leash. I am sorry but on the other side of our house is Main street, a busy street, and if he is willing to wonder over here what is stopping him from wondering there. I called the non-emergency number and told them about the dog. When they asked I told them about her response to my husband when he returned the dog the last time. They sent a community officer over to their house, the dog was not out so he called and asked what the dog looked like so when he knocked on the door he knew it was the right house. He was over there for 5 minutes. She then walked down our block looking at houses. My garage door was open, she might think it was me but there is also a garage sale going on at the end of the block I could always blame them :) Yep I am a bitch
I care about the poor dogs being stuck inside all day but that is why we don’t have a dog. You knew moving here that you have no yard, no place for the dog to roam free and no place to put the slip-&-slide or the moon bounce you want to rent for the kids birthday. This was not a surprise. All I ask is you respect your neighbors. Young kids and dogs should not be left unattended and toys and dogs should not end up in other peoples driveways, seriously
Friday, March 28, 2008
Long Term Re-cap part 1 cont.
I was looking around my emails and I was wrong. Chris did try to contact me again in 2004
3/31/2004 Chris wrote:
Heather,
Thought I would e-mail you on a lark and see how you are doing. I suppose if you don't want to chat, then I won't hear much from you. I'm still in Japan, though not for much longer. Life is progressing well, though I am ready for a change of scenery. I am definitely looking forward to my new duty station. Hope all is well. If you have a mind to do so, please give my regards to your family. Thanks. Chris
My response:
In my honest opinion, I was hoping you would get shot down in Iraq. That way you would REALLY never pop back up again. For the FINAL TIME (again) I want nothing to do with you. My family wants nothing to do with you
Because I haven't heard from him in the last 4 years (almost to the day) I am thinking it worked. :)
3/31/2004 Chris wrote:
Heather,
Thought I would e-mail you on a lark and see how you are doing. I suppose if you don't want to chat, then I won't hear much from you. I'm still in Japan, though not for much longer. Life is progressing well, though I am ready for a change of scenery. I am definitely looking forward to my new duty station. Hope all is well. If you have a mind to do so, please give my regards to your family. Thanks. Chris
My response:
In my honest opinion, I was hoping you would get shot down in Iraq. That way you would REALLY never pop back up again. For the FINAL TIME (again) I want nothing to do with you. My family wants nothing to do with you
Because I haven't heard from him in the last 4 years (almost to the day) I am thinking it worked. :)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Long Term Re-cap part 1
Rob and I are coming up on our second wedding anniversary and in September we will have been together for 4 years. This is best and healthiest relationship I have ever been in. That got me thinking about my past long term relationships and thought it would be fun to hash over.
Here is part one
My first LTR was in high school, his name was Chris he was a year ahead of me and went to a different HS. We were together for 2 years. The last 4 months of our relationship he was away at school. He came home for winter break, we hung out every day did all the things teenagers do when they haven't seen each other in a long time. He went back to school and in the first week of January he calls me up to tell me he thinks we should break up and soon after that I found out he was hooking up with some chick. It was horrible... for me... and for the people who had to be around me (sorry Kate). He even sent Christmas cards to my out of state grandparents that year. He never really gave me a concrete reason why he broke things off that is until 2000. He had tried to contact me before that but I just didn’t have it in me to deal with it. At that point I felt it had been long enough we had both grown up and had been in the real world long enough that maybe we could be friends. We started talking while he was stationed in California somewhere. Things were going fine. I had forgiven him for breaking up with me and then hooking up with Rain. He started asking me about my relationship and giving me unwanted advice (I was with Dan at the time but I will get to him later). Then for whatever reason I will NEVER understand he informed that the reason he broke up with me in HS was for MY OWN GOOD. He felt that I was "too attached", that I "relied" on him for emotional needs Hello??? I loved the guy... in theory he loved me too... we were in a RELATIONSHIP!!!! Yes I know... it was HS but still. He then followed that lovely statement with he had his friend Dylan (who I really was never a fan of) “check up” on me, like drive by my parents house for him. I was being stalked by proxy. I flew off the handle... I had come to terms with the fact that he was just a horny guy states away from his girlfriend why did he have to purge his soul of that? I told him to go to hell and never try to be a part of my life. Chris tried to contact me again year or two after that, he called me from Japan but the answering machine picked up, he was talking so low that it cut him off. I never did find out what he called me about. He is a few years overdue for the “pop in” maybe he got the message that he isn’t meant to be in my life, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did try again.
Here is part one
My first LTR was in high school, his name was Chris he was a year ahead of me and went to a different HS. We were together for 2 years. The last 4 months of our relationship he was away at school. He came home for winter break, we hung out every day did all the things teenagers do when they haven't seen each other in a long time. He went back to school and in the first week of January he calls me up to tell me he thinks we should break up and soon after that I found out he was hooking up with some chick. It was horrible... for me... and for the people who had to be around me (sorry Kate). He even sent Christmas cards to my out of state grandparents that year. He never really gave me a concrete reason why he broke things off that is until 2000. He had tried to contact me before that but I just didn’t have it in me to deal with it. At that point I felt it had been long enough we had both grown up and had been in the real world long enough that maybe we could be friends. We started talking while he was stationed in California somewhere. Things were going fine. I had forgiven him for breaking up with me and then hooking up with Rain. He started asking me about my relationship and giving me unwanted advice (I was with Dan at the time but I will get to him later). Then for whatever reason I will NEVER understand he informed that the reason he broke up with me in HS was for MY OWN GOOD. He felt that I was "too attached", that I "relied" on him for emotional needs Hello??? I loved the guy... in theory he loved me too... we were in a RELATIONSHIP!!!! Yes I know... it was HS but still. He then followed that lovely statement with he had his friend Dylan (who I really was never a fan of) “check up” on me, like drive by my parents house for him. I was being stalked by proxy. I flew off the handle... I had come to terms with the fact that he was just a horny guy states away from his girlfriend why did he have to purge his soul of that? I told him to go to hell and never try to be a part of my life. Chris tried to contact me again year or two after that, he called me from Japan but the answering machine picked up, he was talking so low that it cut him off. I never did find out what he called me about. He is a few years overdue for the “pop in” maybe he got the message that he isn’t meant to be in my life, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did try again.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I hate being sick
I feel like crap. I held my bagel down, but just barely. I ran to rainbow to get soup and goldfish crackers and I was going down the isle to get the goldfish and this woman was parked at an angle across the isle right in front of my crackers. I say excuse me and she says "I'll just be a sec I need to pick out cookies" I say that I need to get to the crackers she gets all huffy moves her carts call me a b*#&h grabs two bags of milano cookies and walks away. I didn't even give her attitude... I am too tired and sick to give attitude... all I wanted was my crackers
And because of that I forgot to grab cottage cheese. i hate people when I am healthy, today, she is lucky I didn't clock her.
And because of that I forgot to grab cottage cheese. i hate people when I am healthy, today, she is lucky I didn't clock her.
Friday, October 12, 2007
The end
I figured it was about time to finish the story. So as the spaghetti sauce is bubbling (thank you Greg!!!) I’ll knock it out.
I finish my night out. I think I talked to Rob and my parents a couple dozen times by the time I finally went to bed. At this point the plan was to wait until Sunday when the four of us got together for pizza to figure out the financials and how long I should give them if I give them any time.
Friday September 14th
On my way in I talked to mom and dad again and Dad and I decided that if I was going to do it I should do it today. I mean why stress myself out over the weekend if we knew I was going to quit. I pulled myself together and convinced myself I was going to give The Boss my notice during the first of our newly implemented “Daily operations meetings”. He comes in we talk over all the things that were going to do to get the paid spots back on track and how great things will be when we all start working together… yeah I chickened out. COMPLETELY. I don’t know why but I couldn’t do it. Well that meeting was at 130 and Rob was still sleeping so I waited to call him at 4 and after talking with him for a bit I decided, fuck it. I was going to find The Boss tell him I would work through September 29th and then I was done. I find him in the mail room and told him that I just couldn’t work here any more. He asked me how long I would give him I told him the time frame and he gets that look and says “you know heather it’s professional to give two weeks.” To that I respond “Yesterday it wasn’t going to be any and the people who’s opinion has the most influence on me still don’t want me to give you that much.”. He mentioned something about me working part for the first week of October because Manger would still be gone and I told him I would think about it but with school it might be tough. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I made my round of calls announcing my reversal of chicken-ness. Then I made the hardest call of the whole ordeal. I called Manager. I knew he wasn’t leaving town until the next morning and I wanted to talk to him before I was gone and before he could hear it from anyone else. That sucked. I like Manager. He wasn’t meant to be a manger he was meant to be a master control op. We were TV people. He had a long time in broadcast TV before public access. We had a great time talking about “real TV” and the fun that only live TV brings out. We both miss it, and we both wanted out. I just got there first. I almost started crying.
That was the worst of it. The next week was smoother then I thought it would be. I made manuals for their next victim with as much information as I could. All the things that they failed to tell me as I started working there. Coworker gave me the best going away gift… he went home sick on Thursday. So my last 2 days were Coworker free.
So that is the end of my life at that job. I am looking for a new job. Hopefully something at a vet clinic. Right now I am enjoying the struggles of being a full time student.
Ahhh… it’s so good to be done.
I finish my night out. I think I talked to Rob and my parents a couple dozen times by the time I finally went to bed. At this point the plan was to wait until Sunday when the four of us got together for pizza to figure out the financials and how long I should give them if I give them any time.
Friday September 14th
On my way in I talked to mom and dad again and Dad and I decided that if I was going to do it I should do it today. I mean why stress myself out over the weekend if we knew I was going to quit. I pulled myself together and convinced myself I was going to give The Boss my notice during the first of our newly implemented “Daily operations meetings”. He comes in we talk over all the things that were going to do to get the paid spots back on track and how great things will be when we all start working together… yeah I chickened out. COMPLETELY. I don’t know why but I couldn’t do it. Well that meeting was at 130 and Rob was still sleeping so I waited to call him at 4 and after talking with him for a bit I decided, fuck it. I was going to find The Boss tell him I would work through September 29th and then I was done. I find him in the mail room and told him that I just couldn’t work here any more. He asked me how long I would give him I told him the time frame and he gets that look and says “you know heather it’s professional to give two weeks.” To that I respond “Yesterday it wasn’t going to be any and the people who’s opinion has the most influence on me still don’t want me to give you that much.”. He mentioned something about me working part for the first week of October because Manger would still be gone and I told him I would think about it but with school it might be tough. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I made my round of calls announcing my reversal of chicken-ness. Then I made the hardest call of the whole ordeal. I called Manager. I knew he wasn’t leaving town until the next morning and I wanted to talk to him before I was gone and before he could hear it from anyone else. That sucked. I like Manager. He wasn’t meant to be a manger he was meant to be a master control op. We were TV people. He had a long time in broadcast TV before public access. We had a great time talking about “real TV” and the fun that only live TV brings out. We both miss it, and we both wanted out. I just got there first. I almost started crying.
That was the worst of it. The next week was smoother then I thought it would be. I made manuals for their next victim with as much information as I could. All the things that they failed to tell me as I started working there. Coworker gave me the best going away gift… he went home sick on Thursday. So my last 2 days were Coworker free.
So that is the end of my life at that job. I am looking for a new job. Hopefully something at a vet clinic. Right now I am enjoying the struggles of being a full time student.
Ahhh… it’s so good to be done.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Downfall Part 3
Thursday September 13th (Happy Birthday Andrew)
I come in to work expecting The Boss to be as angry as I am because we have all these spots to make up. I mean finally something tangible I can point to and say you were told 3 times that things had to be done and you refused and now you have cost us money. But no. When I came and asked if The Boss had talked to Coworker he said no and didn’t understand why he needed to. So I explained again with a timeline of all the added work I have had to do and he agreed to have a sit down. We had our staff meeting first, and Coworker failed to go like he always did. For some reason Coworker gets away with not going to the mandatory weekly staff meetings, I guess if I am there from our department why should he go. Anyway we had the staff meeting and then The Boss agrees to go get Coworker for a meeting about the spots. I finally get to my email and there is a response to the one detailing the issues and he says “thank you for doing that for me I’ll use the software from now on” that flipped me out. I didn’t DO anything FOR him. No sorry for making more work for you, or an explanation as to WHY he didn’t do what he was told to do. I show this to The Boss and he asks me if I am calm enough to have this meeting but I know that if we don’t do it now it will never happen. I did my best to pull myself together and into the meeting we went.
The Boss starts in with the simple questions. How are things with The Manager on vacation. Coworker – great, great we are getting things done. Things are great.
The Boss – and the trade spots they are all airing as scheduled?
Coworker – yep. They are starting tomorrow, so it’s all good. (cheesy double thumbs up)
Me – Um no.
Coworker – what do you mean? They are starting tomorrow.
Me – they started last week but because you didn’t do your schedules like you were told to the spots that were scheduled haven’t aired.
The Boss – and how did that happen.
Coworker went in to some reason about how he didn’t know that they were running. I interrupted and said that he did he was told before he left, and if he had forgotten, if he had read my many emails when he got back he would have also known that. Coworker then said that he was confused on how do things and that it “wasn’t high on his list of priorities” That is when I started shaking. I stood up to get a cup of water in hopes of calming down, yeah that didn’t work. So as I am standing there drinking my water and shaking Coworker asks The Boss why am I so mad, why am I acting like he just slapped me in the face. I asked him if he was so confused why didn’t ask on Monday. His answer? Why didn’t I talk to him about it on Tuesday. Why? Because I mistakenly thought he was doing his job and I didn’t have to check. I was shaking even harder at this point and that is when he said it…
Coworker – you’re crazy, you know that you are fucking crazy.
I turned to The Boss and said I am not going to sit here and listen to this I will be in your office. And I left, I wigged out in The Boss’s office and called Rob crying. I’d had it. I just couldn’t deal. I was literally hiding under The Boss’s desk so that people couldn’t see me from the window in his office. I could hear Coworker yelling about how I fuck up too and that all I am doing is trying to get him fired. After I got Rob all worked up, I called mom and got her all worked up then I called dad. It was after talking to dad that I was given the means and opportunity to quit. So I called Rob back told him what dad said, then there was the conversation, do I walk out? do I give some sort of notice? Should I not quit? The one thing we all wanted me to do was walk in say fuck you and go home. We also knew as great as that would feel it wouldn’t be the smartest thing. So Rob and I agreed we would wait and talk things over, go over to mom and dad’s talk things over with them and then decide. That whole process of phone calls took about 45 minutes all the while Coworker and The Boss were still in the conference room but the raised voices had gone away. I went downstairs to move my car and talk to the girls. A little while later The Boss comes and finds me and asks me to go back upstairs and finish the conversation. But first he has to lecture me about how unprofessional walking out of the meeting was and that all I did was interrupt him. When I asked if things were going to change he said that he was going to do daily meeting with us. As if that was going to help anything. Were there going to be any direct consequences for people not doing there jobs?? “it’s not about who does the job, as long as it gets done” that is when I gave up. It doesn’t matter then Coworker has twice failed to show up for work because things got done. So I just agreed with every thing he said, I would go up and let Coworker apologize bite my tongue. It went just as I thought I’m sorry, lets work together, it’s us against them blah blah blah BLAH!
He went home.. I went back to work and contemplated quitting…
I come in to work expecting The Boss to be as angry as I am because we have all these spots to make up. I mean finally something tangible I can point to and say you were told 3 times that things had to be done and you refused and now you have cost us money. But no. When I came and asked if The Boss had talked to Coworker he said no and didn’t understand why he needed to. So I explained again with a timeline of all the added work I have had to do and he agreed to have a sit down. We had our staff meeting first, and Coworker failed to go like he always did. For some reason Coworker gets away with not going to the mandatory weekly staff meetings, I guess if I am there from our department why should he go. Anyway we had the staff meeting and then The Boss agrees to go get Coworker for a meeting about the spots. I finally get to my email and there is a response to the one detailing the issues and he says “thank you for doing that for me I’ll use the software from now on” that flipped me out. I didn’t DO anything FOR him. No sorry for making more work for you, or an explanation as to WHY he didn’t do what he was told to do. I show this to The Boss and he asks me if I am calm enough to have this meeting but I know that if we don’t do it now it will never happen. I did my best to pull myself together and into the meeting we went.
The Boss starts in with the simple questions. How are things with The Manager on vacation. Coworker – great, great we are getting things done. Things are great.
The Boss – and the trade spots they are all airing as scheduled?
Coworker – yep. They are starting tomorrow, so it’s all good. (cheesy double thumbs up)
Me – Um no.
Coworker – what do you mean? They are starting tomorrow.
Me – they started last week but because you didn’t do your schedules like you were told to the spots that were scheduled haven’t aired.
The Boss – and how did that happen.
Coworker went in to some reason about how he didn’t know that they were running. I interrupted and said that he did he was told before he left, and if he had forgotten, if he had read my many emails when he got back he would have also known that. Coworker then said that he was confused on how do things and that it “wasn’t high on his list of priorities” That is when I started shaking. I stood up to get a cup of water in hopes of calming down, yeah that didn’t work. So as I am standing there drinking my water and shaking Coworker asks The Boss why am I so mad, why am I acting like he just slapped me in the face. I asked him if he was so confused why didn’t ask on Monday. His answer? Why didn’t I talk to him about it on Tuesday. Why? Because I mistakenly thought he was doing his job and I didn’t have to check. I was shaking even harder at this point and that is when he said it…
Coworker – you’re crazy, you know that you are fucking crazy.
I turned to The Boss and said I am not going to sit here and listen to this I will be in your office. And I left, I wigged out in The Boss’s office and called Rob crying. I’d had it. I just couldn’t deal. I was literally hiding under The Boss’s desk so that people couldn’t see me from the window in his office. I could hear Coworker yelling about how I fuck up too and that all I am doing is trying to get him fired. After I got Rob all worked up, I called mom and got her all worked up then I called dad. It was after talking to dad that I was given the means and opportunity to quit. So I called Rob back told him what dad said, then there was the conversation, do I walk out? do I give some sort of notice? Should I not quit? The one thing we all wanted me to do was walk in say fuck you and go home. We also knew as great as that would feel it wouldn’t be the smartest thing. So Rob and I agreed we would wait and talk things over, go over to mom and dad’s talk things over with them and then decide. That whole process of phone calls took about 45 minutes all the while Coworker and The Boss were still in the conference room but the raised voices had gone away. I went downstairs to move my car and talk to the girls. A little while later The Boss comes and finds me and asks me to go back upstairs and finish the conversation. But first he has to lecture me about how unprofessional walking out of the meeting was and that all I did was interrupt him. When I asked if things were going to change he said that he was going to do daily meeting with us. As if that was going to help anything. Were there going to be any direct consequences for people not doing there jobs?? “it’s not about who does the job, as long as it gets done” that is when I gave up. It doesn’t matter then Coworker has twice failed to show up for work because things got done. So I just agreed with every thing he said, I would go up and let Coworker apologize bite my tongue. It went just as I thought I’m sorry, lets work together, it’s us against them blah blah blah BLAH!
He went home.. I went back to work and contemplated quitting…
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Downfall Part 2
Saturday September 8th
I come in to work. The spots have been edited and I now have to make sure that they get scheduled. I update the programming software and now I need to check the schedules to make sure they landed in the right places. The ones on my channels line up fine, then I check his. Not only do the spots not match up right, but the programs that are scheduled to air this next week don’t match. I had to completely rebuild his stuff not once… but twice because the first time around was just fixing the spots because once again he didn’t use the programming software it wasn’t until I was done with the spots that I noticed the programming wasn’t right. I spent all day Saturday and a good portion of Sunday fixing his “everything is done, through the new software, everything is perfect, you wont even have to look at it while I am gone. It’s great we are all on the same page” shit. Really, why lie? I just don’t understand. I understand being lazy. I don’t understand lying
The rest of the week goes by with out issues, because Manager and I know how to balance out all the work.
Jackass came back on Sunday the 16th. Manager and I did everything up to the 16th but not beyond. Figuring he read the 4+ emails I sent detailing every step of my days spent covering his crap.
Monday, I didn’t work I was taking the first half of my Medical Terminology final.
Tuesday I had class then came in to work. The first day I worked with Coworker and everything seemed to be in order. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk so I stayed in my cube until 4 when coworker leaves for the day.
Wednesday I had the second half of my Medical Terminology final. We got done at 1030 and my friend and I were waiting around until 11 so we could go get Chinese for lunch before I had to head for work. Normally I have class until 11, my cell rings at 1045. I see it’s work and I figure only Manager would be calling and he would only call if it was REALLY urgent. So I answer.
Me - hello?
Coworker – Did I wake you?
Me – no, I’m in class
Coworker – oh I am sorry
Me – what is going on?
Coworker – I can’t find this tape, it airs on Saturday is the Somali Show the same as Mount Olive?
Me – are you kidding me? No they don’t even air on the same channel (one is a Somali news type show and the other is a church service and look nothing alike)
Coworker – Oh
Me – I am hanging up now.
It was WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!! And I was going to kick some major ass if he had called the house, Rob was sleeping because he was on night shift that week and to wake him up for a tape that airs in 3 days. Lucky for him he didn’t. When I got in I pitched a bitch. I learned that manager was even in the building at the time, there was no reason on earth he should have called me. Manager informed Coworker to raise the bar about what it takes to call someone at home. GRRRRRRR
At 7 I was cleaning our computer of old files because I was going to export new ones and I hate having files I don’t need in my on air folders. I open the folders for Coworker’s channels, and they are empty. Now there should have been files for Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday that would have been exported had he done them through the new software. Nope. So I had to call Manager at home, I figured this warranted a call to someone at home. NONE of the paid trade spots that were scheduled to air aired. Over 30!!!! That I now had to figure out how to make them good with out screwing up my reports. Manager had me delete all the work he had done and write an email detailing what I had found and what Coworker was going to do to fix the situation coping The Boss. You see… Manager was officially on vacation he is scheduled to be gone until October 8th…. Next the day it all went down.
I come in to work. The spots have been edited and I now have to make sure that they get scheduled. I update the programming software and now I need to check the schedules to make sure they landed in the right places. The ones on my channels line up fine, then I check his. Not only do the spots not match up right, but the programs that are scheduled to air this next week don’t match. I had to completely rebuild his stuff not once… but twice because the first time around was just fixing the spots because once again he didn’t use the programming software it wasn’t until I was done with the spots that I noticed the programming wasn’t right. I spent all day Saturday and a good portion of Sunday fixing his “everything is done, through the new software, everything is perfect, you wont even have to look at it while I am gone. It’s great we are all on the same page” shit. Really, why lie? I just don’t understand. I understand being lazy. I don’t understand lying
The rest of the week goes by with out issues, because Manager and I know how to balance out all the work.
Jackass came back on Sunday the 16th. Manager and I did everything up to the 16th but not beyond. Figuring he read the 4+ emails I sent detailing every step of my days spent covering his crap.
Monday, I didn’t work I was taking the first half of my Medical Terminology final.
Tuesday I had class then came in to work. The first day I worked with Coworker and everything seemed to be in order. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk so I stayed in my cube until 4 when coworker leaves for the day.
Wednesday I had the second half of my Medical Terminology final. We got done at 1030 and my friend and I were waiting around until 11 so we could go get Chinese for lunch before I had to head for work. Normally I have class until 11, my cell rings at 1045. I see it’s work and I figure only Manager would be calling and he would only call if it was REALLY urgent. So I answer.
Me - hello?
Coworker – Did I wake you?
Me – no, I’m in class
Coworker – oh I am sorry
Me – what is going on?
Coworker – I can’t find this tape, it airs on Saturday is the Somali Show the same as Mount Olive?
Me – are you kidding me? No they don’t even air on the same channel (one is a Somali news type show and the other is a church service and look nothing alike)
Coworker – Oh
Me – I am hanging up now.
It was WEDNESDAY!!!!!!!!!! And I was going to kick some major ass if he had called the house, Rob was sleeping because he was on night shift that week and to wake him up for a tape that airs in 3 days. Lucky for him he didn’t. When I got in I pitched a bitch. I learned that manager was even in the building at the time, there was no reason on earth he should have called me. Manager informed Coworker to raise the bar about what it takes to call someone at home. GRRRRRRR
At 7 I was cleaning our computer of old files because I was going to export new ones and I hate having files I don’t need in my on air folders. I open the folders for Coworker’s channels, and they are empty. Now there should have been files for Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday that would have been exported had he done them through the new software. Nope. So I had to call Manager at home, I figured this warranted a call to someone at home. NONE of the paid trade spots that were scheduled to air aired. Over 30!!!! That I now had to figure out how to make them good with out screwing up my reports. Manager had me delete all the work he had done and write an email detailing what I had found and what Coworker was going to do to fix the situation coping The Boss. You see… Manager was officially on vacation he is scheduled to be gone until October 8th…. Next the day it all went down.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
oh well
looks like I am going to be getting the cold shoulder at work this week. I am getting formal emails from my other coworkers. This is what was sent to this morning.
I regret to inform everyone that Heather Keen has resigned her position effective the end of the day Friday September 28. Please wish her well as she continues with school and other endeavors.
The Boss
I guess I will have a whole weekend off before school starts. I can live with that. hee hee that means that Coworker will have to work straight through from the 29th to October 8th. Hope he learns how to do his job in that time.
I regret to inform everyone that Heather Keen has resigned her position effective the end of the day Friday September 28. Please wish her well as she continues with school and other endeavors.
The Boss
I guess I will have a whole weekend off before school starts. I can live with that. hee hee that means that Coworker will have to work straight through from the 29th to October 8th. Hope he learns how to do his job in that time.
Monday, September 24, 2007
the Story of CoWorker part 3
Alrighty. Here is the long winded story. I am going to do this in two parts. Coworker part 3 and then the lead into the day in which all hell broke loose and I put in my notice.
Since our last installment of the never ending coworker saga there have been several developments. The bank took his house. That by itself was a blessing as the phone calls from his mortgage company stopped. But then the new phone calls started. “um… yeah I am calling about the AC unit I saw on craigslist.com….” so being the smart gal that I am I went to craigslist and did a search for the phone number for our department and what do I find??? A total of seven listings, AC units, his $800 recliner (you know the ones with the built in fridge, phone, and message) with an asking price of $75, stove, refrigerator, washer, dryer and one for $10 for a whole list of kitchen items. He was selling everything in his house. I even found one with a story about 7-10 pairs of brand new jeans that his dead brother bought before he lost his battle with cancer and that his dead brother would want them to “go to a good home where they can get some use and they are only $5”. When I asked Manager he said that coworkers family lives out of state and that in the 7 years coworker has worked here he has never asked for funeral leave. So either the jeans are over 7 years old or he made up the story. I am guessing he made it up. Also while reading his posts I noticed he put a time to call using our number listed 2 hours in to my shift. I informed Manager and he in turn told jackass not to have people call after he leaves. Did that stop them? No. I just told anyone who called that whatever they were calling about was sold. The funny thing is in cleaning out of his house coworker offered me his roommates old fish tank. I don’t know if it was his to give but I wasn’t about to say no to a free fish tank. I will put up pictures of the tank as Rob built a beautiful stand for it. After the sale he moved out of his house and has moved in with 3 guys who had an ad also on craigslist. They have no idea what they are in for. I would say that now that he doesn’t have a mortgage paying rent should be easy… but he wasn’t paying his mortgage and was still borrowing money from his friends. A week after he moved into his new place I walked into he was all upset. I asked what was up. That was when he told me Ann had just dumped him without warning. Now I kinda knew about Ann. She would call all the time and she was always very nice. She was also the one who would drive him around and I later found out it was her cell he would use to call in sick. My guess is she just got tired of his shit. Not 3 days after he got dumped I got a call from our former receptionist because she had gotten a call from the chick he screwed over before she moved away. Apparently, coworker called The Girl and said that Ann and he had broken up and that all he really wanted was to be with The Girl and he wanted her to please move back to MN. She told him “no thank you, I have a man”, you go girl!!!! So now that he wasn’t staying with Ann all the time he FINALLY got a cell phone. He was still as angry as ever but at least he has a phone.
Since our last installment of the never ending coworker saga there have been several developments. The bank took his house. That by itself was a blessing as the phone calls from his mortgage company stopped. But then the new phone calls started. “um… yeah I am calling about the AC unit I saw on craigslist.com….” so being the smart gal that I am I went to craigslist and did a search for the phone number for our department and what do I find??? A total of seven listings, AC units, his $800 recliner (you know the ones with the built in fridge, phone, and message) with an asking price of $75, stove, refrigerator, washer, dryer and one for $10 for a whole list of kitchen items. He was selling everything in his house. I even found one with a story about 7-10 pairs of brand new jeans that his dead brother bought before he lost his battle with cancer and that his dead brother would want them to “go to a good home where they can get some use and they are only $5”. When I asked Manager he said that coworkers family lives out of state and that in the 7 years coworker has worked here he has never asked for funeral leave. So either the jeans are over 7 years old or he made up the story. I am guessing he made it up. Also while reading his posts I noticed he put a time to call using our number listed 2 hours in to my shift. I informed Manager and he in turn told jackass not to have people call after he leaves. Did that stop them? No. I just told anyone who called that whatever they were calling about was sold. The funny thing is in cleaning out of his house coworker offered me his roommates old fish tank. I don’t know if it was his to give but I wasn’t about to say no to a free fish tank. I will put up pictures of the tank as Rob built a beautiful stand for it. After the sale he moved out of his house and has moved in with 3 guys who had an ad also on craigslist. They have no idea what they are in for. I would say that now that he doesn’t have a mortgage paying rent should be easy… but he wasn’t paying his mortgage and was still borrowing money from his friends. A week after he moved into his new place I walked into he was all upset. I asked what was up. That was when he told me Ann had just dumped him without warning. Now I kinda knew about Ann. She would call all the time and she was always very nice. She was also the one who would drive him around and I later found out it was her cell he would use to call in sick. My guess is she just got tired of his shit. Not 3 days after he got dumped I got a call from our former receptionist because she had gotten a call from the chick he screwed over before she moved away. Apparently, coworker called The Girl and said that Ann and he had broken up and that all he really wanted was to be with The Girl and he wanted her to please move back to MN. She told him “no thank you, I have a man”, you go girl!!!! So now that he wasn’t staying with Ann all the time he FINALLY got a cell phone. He was still as angry as ever but at least he has a phone.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I did it
I did it!!!! I quit my job!!!!!!!!!!!
So... I gave notice. I said I would work through next week. The Boss then asked if I could work through the first week of October as Manager will not be back from vacation until the 8th. I am changing my school schedule around because I AM NOT GOING TO BE WORKING HERE ANYMORE!!!! and said that it wouldn't work around what they would need me to work. The Boss said there might be a way to work out a part time schedule and we'll talk about it next week.
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So... I gave notice. I said I would work through next week. The Boss then asked if I could work through the first week of October as Manager will not be back from vacation until the 8th. I am changing my school schedule around because I AM NOT GOING TO BE WORKING HERE ANYMORE!!!! and said that it wouldn't work around what they would need me to work. The Boss said there might be a way to work out a part time schedule and we'll talk about it next week.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Yikes
all of my test/classes are over until 10/1. I got 1 A and 2 B's. and then I have the worst day in the history of my employment at my current job.
Big changes are about to take place. keep your fingers and toes crossed for me. I promise next week I will have more details.
for now I am going to finish this beer, watch one more Judge Judy then I am going to crawl in to bed and try to get a good night sleep.
Big changes are about to take place. keep your fingers and toes crossed for me. I promise next week I will have more details.
for now I am going to finish this beer, watch one more Judge Judy then I am going to crawl in to bed and try to get a good night sleep.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Evil Elevator Lady
the Evil Elevator Lady has struck again!!! a girl from my office was coming up to the 2nd from the 1st floor and she was carrying a camera (like a tv news camera), a light kit, and wearing high heels and EEL informed her that there are stairs and if you are only going on floor you need to walk.
Apparently EEL feels safe enough that no one is punch her between her beady little eyes
Apparently EEL feels safe enough that no one is punch her between her beady little eyes
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
ugh
Blah!
I am having a bad fucking day. I thought yesterday was going to be my shit day of the week. I guess not. Fists of all the talker is DRIVING ME INSANE!!!!!!!!!! All week she has been telling us that her grandfather is dying, and that her grandmother is in denial and to add to the denial her grandmother is crazy… really? In your family I never would have guessed. That was then followed by all the prescriptions the talker is on. The same statement was made in every single one of my classes. Twice she “told” me but I never looked up and I had my headphones on. When I didn’t and she started telling the girl who sits next to me.. on would go the headphones and all I wanted to do was bang my head on the table. This girl even talks through tests, I have no idea who the hell she is talking to. So today I guess her boyfriend drove her to school… gag and during breaks she would walk over to him as he was reading and like pick at his head. She would cover the bald spot then uncover it then part it in the middle and he just sat there turning beat red.
Then I went to work today and tried to turn in to a parking spot in the ramp and did this to my car. I hoping it is mostly paint transfer that we will be able to fix. I just wanted to cry.
Now I just want go home, go to bed and maybe even get a good night sleep. Please?
I am having a bad fucking day. I thought yesterday was going to be my shit day of the week. I guess not. Fists of all the talker is DRIVING ME INSANE!!!!!!!!!! All week she has been telling us that her grandfather is dying, and that her grandmother is in denial and to add to the denial her grandmother is crazy… really? In your family I never would have guessed. That was then followed by all the prescriptions the talker is on. The same statement was made in every single one of my classes. Twice she “told” me but I never looked up and I had my headphones on. When I didn’t and she started telling the girl who sits next to me.. on would go the headphones and all I wanted to do was bang my head on the table. This girl even talks through tests, I have no idea who the hell she is talking to. So today I guess her boyfriend drove her to school… gag and during breaks she would walk over to him as he was reading and like pick at his head. She would cover the bald spot then uncover it then part it in the middle and he just sat there turning beat red.
Then I went to work today and tried to turn in to a parking spot in the ramp and did this to my car. I hoping it is mostly paint transfer that we will be able to fix. I just wanted to cry.
Now I just want go home, go to bed and maybe even get a good night sleep. Please?
Friday, August 3, 2007
Lazy and proud!
Ok.... I was standing in the elevator lobby waiting to take a bunch tapes down one floor minding my own business when this lady walked in to the elevator lobby when the down light dings and she says...
Lady: You know there are stairs right
Me: um... yeah
Lady: it's only one floor. You could just walk.
Me: excuse me Bitch, my knee doesn't want to take the stairs
Then she had the nerve to look offended that I called her a bitch. She just called me fat and lazy and she was shocked that I said something in response.
I am glad I live in the land of Minnesota Nice.... Bitch
Lady: You know there are stairs right
Me: um... yeah
Lady: it's only one floor. You could just walk.
Me: excuse me Bitch, my knee doesn't want to take the stairs
Then she had the nerve to look offended that I called her a bitch. She just called me fat and lazy and she was shocked that I said something in response.
I am glad I live in the land of Minnesota Nice.... Bitch
Thursday, July 26, 2007
week two
It’s the end of week 2 and so far I haven’t fallen on my face. In fact I had my first test on Monday and I aced it. That was good. I wasn’t so sure how I was going to do. The test was in my Medical Terminology class, and I am having a hard time wrapping my head around all these terms and how they combine to make bigger wackier Latin/Greek words. Yeah, my year in Latin class in high school is not helping. But I somehow managed to absorb the information for the first test. I have another one next Monday.
Now I will tell you about my classes. On Monday & Wednesday I have Medical Terminology. It is going to be the roughest class for me. On Tuesday and Thursday I have Biology and Intro to Veterinary Technology. The best part is I like all of my teachers. I also like most of my classmates. When I went to Brown Institute I was the youngest in all of my classes by at least 4 years and I was the only one under the age of twenty. Now I am one of the few over 22. There are even kids that are STILL in high school taking post secondary classes. I should not be made to feel old at 30. I am getting use to the idea of being the granny, but still.
There is one chick though. For the life of us we can not understand WHY she is in the Vet Tech program. She has never owned an animal and this is the 3rd school she has been to. She had gone to one art school for a
week but it wasn’t for her and then she went to MCTC for one term and it just wasn’t like structured enough for her. You add to that the fact that she is a talker. She is always talking about something. On Tuesday she brought in the cd cover for her FAVORITE band and basically gave us a presentation on why she liked the band and read the lyrics to us. The was in BIOLOGY class. HUH???? Then she did it again to the people around her in our Intro class. I don’t get it. Today we got to handle kittens, we s 45min presentation on how to restrain cats and the teacher said if you have never handled a cat and don’t know how to hold on to them to walk them in to class then let someone else do it so they don’t get loose and then we can practice. Chick was the first one in the cage room she opened the cage grabbed a cat and boom let it go. It took 3 of us 10 min to get the cat to come out from under the cages. Then she tried to pick it up BY THE HEAD!! Not by the scruff of the neck, by the head. That is when someone else took the cat and told chick she wouldn’t let her near a cat until we were back in the class and the teacher can watch her and walked the cat to the classroom. Me.. I just wanted to hit her. I am crossing my fingers she doesn’t make it at this school either
Now I will tell you about my classes. On Monday & Wednesday I have Medical Terminology. It is going to be the roughest class for me. On Tuesday and Thursday I have Biology and Intro to Veterinary Technology. The best part is I like all of my teachers. I also like most of my classmates. When I went to Brown Institute I was the youngest in all of my classes by at least 4 years and I was the only one under the age of twenty. Now I am one of the few over 22. There are even kids that are STILL in high school taking post secondary classes. I should not be made to feel old at 30. I am getting use to the idea of being the granny, but still.
There is one chick though. For the life of us we can not understand WHY she is in the Vet Tech program. She has never owned an animal and this is the 3rd school she has been to. She had gone to one art school for a
week but it wasn’t for her and then she went to MCTC for one term and it just wasn’t like structured enough for her. You add to that the fact that she is a talker. She is always talking about something. On Tuesday she brought in the cd cover for her FAVORITE band and basically gave us a presentation on why she liked the band and read the lyrics to us. The was in BIOLOGY class. HUH???? Then she did it again to the people around her in our Intro class. I don’t get it. Today we got to handle kittens, we s 45min presentation on how to restrain cats and the teacher said if you have never handled a cat and don’t know how to hold on to them to walk them in to class then let someone else do it so they don’t get loose and then we can practice. Chick was the first one in the cage room she opened the cage grabbed a cat and boom let it go. It took 3 of us 10 min to get the cat to come out from under the cages. Then she tried to pick it up BY THE HEAD!! Not by the scruff of the neck, by the head. That is when someone else took the cat and told chick she wouldn’t let her near a cat until we were back in the class and the teacher can watch her and walked the cat to the classroom. Me.. I just wanted to hit her. I am crossing my fingers she doesn’t make it at this school either
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