. . . Tupperware Cities . . .

Saturday, October 17

 

Am I the only one that finds it amusing that the "Balloon Boy" who took off in his dad's homemade helium balloon is named FALCON?? Falcon?

Lynnette 12:31 PM

Tuesday, September 22

 

Sick Animal Day...

I've found that working at a day practice (and even into my overnight emergency practice) the days tend to have their own ever-changing theme. Whether that be vaccine day, asshole client day, or like today, sick animal day.

Today we had:

-Newfoundland who had a femoral head osteotomy and was non-weight bearing on the "repaired" leg. Family was beside themselves, the dog could not have cared less and wanted to run around the treatment room. We did radiographs, it looked like shit. I wonder how much they paid for that leg repair at the university that shall not be named...?
-Cat that started pissing all over teh house and lost 2 pounds inexplicably in a matter of weeks. Blood work was done; renal failure. No shock there. BUN was in the mid 100s, creatinine was like 6. Fuckin sad shit. Death sentence for kittehs.
-Cat that disappeared Saturday night, returned Tuesday evening, clearly was in a cat fight and got a claw to the eye. Swollen shut so tightly you could hardly see the globe of the eye. Doctor had to numb the eye and pry tissue back with forceps to SEE if the eye was even THERE. Fortunately the eye will heal, we'll see if the owners take care of the fleas the poor bastard picked up.
-Shih Tzu (fuck they are EVERYWHERE!!) that had diarrhea, owner was freaked. Hung out all day, ate food, got meds, went home. Oh ya but 5 minutes before the owner arrived to pick it up the dog shit all over itself. That was a fun hose-down. Bleh.
-Cocker Spaniel with skin issues, owner was directed to bathe dog once a week for a month. She "couldn't handle" the task, so she opted to bring it in and PAY the groomer to do this. Wow, really lady?


Meh. The job is temporary which is the only way I can function day-to-day and deal with it...otherwise I have the urge to walk out daily. Daily. DAILY. My boss is a cunt, the vet is a jackass. The receptionist has a speech impediment. Yes, really.

It's amazing.......

Lynnette 8:48 PM

Thursday, August 13

 

CHEEEESSY CHEEEEESY EMAIL from my mom that actually stuck with me... think about this:

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

It's pretty telling, no?

Lynnette 11:17 PM

 

l337

Definition: A word used by physically mature but mentally adolescent gamer boys to lord their ultimately insignificant video game victories over you.

Usage: I live in my Mom's basement, have no income, my skin is pasty white, and my social skills are non-existant, but I am so l337 for the pwn4ge I just unl34shed on j00 4zz0rs

Lynnette 11:32 AM

Saturday, August 8

 

Huge changes, the inevitable and the avoidable alike

Recently I made one of the most difficult decisions of my life. I call it the second most difficult thing I've ever had to decide/do in my life. The first being, of course, the complete and honest admission that I had hit rock bottom in Seattle hanging out being perpetually drunk in my uncle's beach bungalow playing Warcraft (yes, every night drunk, every night playing Warcraft) and making the decision to move back with my parents and essentially "start over". It was difficult. It was also the best decision I ever made, no matter how shameful or embarrasing those external to the situation may see it.

The second most difficult decision was less personal, more professional. Long story short, I worked for two months at what is widely known as the best (i.e. most professional, most efficient, most expensive.....) veterinary clinic in Omaha. It was a fantastic clinic. Being a student, however, I was sent to the kennels. Endless days of hosing shit out of runs, and walking dogs that jumped on me or tried to bite my face off when I opened the door. Fucking annoying fucking shit and I really knew that I was intellectually prepared for much, much more. Unfortunately, when you change careers you have to start at the bottom rung.

Fuck...

Two months. The girl I worked with was a bitch. She also felt the need to tell me all about how her boyfriend was a vegan. How this came up in conversation I'll never know, as it was my goal to divulge as little of myself as possible as I'm leading a double life and have been the entire time I've lived in Omaha (this stint, that is). I've known the entire time I've been here that I'll be leaving. So, in order to maintain employment and garner praise and referrals for the future I never tell them my true where do you see yourself in five years intent. Anyway, I hated her. Her name was Blythe. She wore far too much makeup to work in kennels and her academic focus was Arabic studies. WHY ARE YOU WORKING IN A KENNEL??? GO AWAY AND DIE.

But no she was a sweetheart, I really enjoyed her company.







I left for another clinic where I would get my hands in the goo, I could work with lab equipment, blood draws, radiographs, I could WORK as a vet tech while still in school not just text friends while I watched dogs take huge shits.

I soon felt an overwhelming sense of regret. This new clinic sucked. Sucked fucking hard. It was dirty, they cut corners I was uncomfortable with, they didn't follow AAHA rules, I was out of the bubble of school and I panicked. Had I REALLY agreed to do my 10-week externship here??

Soon, I caved. I spoke with Bonnie, the instructor I found to be the most neutral and honest of all of my instructors. She wouldn't bullshit me. She advised me, I considered my options and swallowed my pride. I called back the first clinic and asked for my job, and essentially my job BACK. This was on a Tuesday.

Wednesday I heard nothing, and worried.

Thursday, nothing again, and I began to shit my pants.

Friday I received a voicemail from her but was already 3 beers into my evening and opted to let the call go to VM and I would return it on Saturday. Right? Wrong.

Two hours later my friend Brian called me. He used to go to school with me, had worked at the emergency clinic for over a year and was present during my site visit to the e-clinic. He was really cool, the e-clinic was evening MORE fucking cool. My application to the e-clinic had gone nowhere, or so I had thought. I figured the elite vet techs of Omaha had turned me down, passed me over for someone "cooler" and far more qualified for an emergency technician position.

Fuck...

"Dude, did you still want to work here?"
"FUCK ya, why what's going on?"
"***** said she emailed you but you didn't respond, she wants you to do your externship here!"

Fuck...

I had two options. The amazing clinic allows NO outside employment, if I accepted my job back, the e-clinic (hello, dream extern) was OUT.

I'm bored writing this post already... dammit I just can't WRITE my thoughts cohesively anymore... what the fuck man.

Anyhoo. I didn't want to spoil my reputation or burn a professional bridge by literally asking for my job back, and then having it offered to me and THEN turning it down.

That's what I ended up doing.

She called me back on Saturday. I explained the situation, that the emergency clinic had called, that I truly wanted to try my hand there and knew I had one chance at an externship. She told me that she realized how difficult it was for me to call and ask for another chance, even though I did leave on professional terms. It spoke volumes of their clinic, she said. I saved my reputation, gained professional respect, and still managed to have her offer me an open door to any future opportunities for jobs after externship.

So as it stands I'm working at the shitty clinic for half the time, and the emergency clinic the other half. It may change, I may switch fully over to the e-clinic with the cool kids. I don't know yet. It's all very liquid.

I'm very happy.

I need another beer.

Hi Paul, I miss you.

Lynnette 9:48 PM

 

I've been so busy wrapping up school I haven't blogged...clearly. Passed the National Board Exam with a 656 (out of 800 for a perfect score). Passed the practical exam at school and next week I start my externship at both a day clinic and part time at the emergency animal clinic in town. Looking forward to the latter....

More when I have energy. Until then, just glad to be done with school.

Lynnette 2:08 PM

Saturday, June 20

 

Yesterday was the VTNE, or Veterinary Technician National Exam. I truly have no idea how well I did, or if I even passed. Well, scratch that. I passed, I am mostly sure that I passed...but how WELL is what I want to know.

Today I started packing to move. Fuckin sucks. Shit.. Amy's calling me into the living room.. tee hee.. sneakin a blog.

Lynnette 9:33 PM

Sunday, May 31

 

Peaches + Madonna = Lady Gaga. What an unoriginal piece of shit.

Lynnette 10:58 AM

Saturday, May 30

 

I'm a professional.

Which is why I will find a way to 'instruct' the receptionists to get weights on all boarding animals, repeat when "repeat" is requested, and complete all paperwork (i.e. possible legal documents) correctly.

There's a professional way to do that, no?

Lynnette 9:19 PM

Tuesday, May 26

 

A swing on the BART? The comments below are the best. Take THAT omega!! lulz

I'm selling my moog. Yes I'm asking that much for it, and yes serious inquiries only. First inquiry came 5 minutes after posting the ad. Go figure.

We're also having to look for a new place to live, now that our rental house was bought. Lovely. S'ok though, really. I was worried for about 30 seconds, until I realized it didn't matter where I was, just that Brandon and I were together. The rest will fall into place. Already found several options on craigslist, found THIS house on craigslist. There will be more, there will be plenty of options.

The next 2 months are going to be busy: National Board Exam, practicums, Ox Bow Vet Tech kids camp (ya, seriously, I get to teach kids about bearded dragons, w000t!!), having to find a new place, move, and start my externship for school. I'm gonna be a tad busy.

Lynnette 9:48 PM

Friday, April 10

 

Absolute, fucking bullshit...or, Another reason why I hate drunk drivers

Lynnette 1:34 AM

Tuesday, March 31

 

Brandon and I are cancelling WoW...again. It's just boring and I don't have time to play. When I DO have time to play I'd actually rather be studying or sleeping; two things I have little time to do right now. Meh, it's a fun game, I just don't have the energy or time to play a heavily socialized MMO.

Here's to another lovely break from Azeroth and the World of Warcraft. LULZ!!!

Lynnette 9:55 PM

Saturday, March 21

 

Why I love living in cities

Outside I can simultaneously hear:

The crackheads yelling at each other in their house
Traffic on Dodge Street
A neighbor hammering in their house
Motorcycle burnin' down the road
and the ground thawing for spring.

I rocked my finals, I love cities. I love my life :)

Lynnette 10:45 PM

Monday, February 16

 

NINETEEN PAGE PHARMACOLOGY MIDTERM WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK!!($*()$*$)#$#*#)($*#)($*#$&*##$&*

Lynnette 11:44 AM

Sunday, February 15

 

Paraphasing, of course...

Brandon: Ben Franklin, these days would have been locked up and put on fucking Ritalin for running around in a lightning storm with a fucking kite and a key with his shenanigans, that roustbaout..

Lynnette 12:46 AM

Thursday, February 12

 

First day in surgery today. It was awesome. Unfortunately I missed work because I had to stay with our patient until his temp was back to normals and he wasn't loopy from the IV anesthetic (propofol). Black lab named Eugene. Adorable. Went out FAST from pre-meds... surgery itself was uneventful even though I was pooping my pants with his 8 breaths per minute plateau for an hour. OMFG.

Oh and if that cunt touches my anesthetic machine again, I'll cut her fucking throat.

Lynnette 9:19 PM