caddok

A very cute young woman came into my workplace with a cat that has been hit by a car. The cat is D.O.A. in bold text with arrows pointing to it (you really don't want me to go into detail about that, do you?) and the woman just wants to be sure it's out of any pain. We confirm the kill and I go out and return the blanket she had wrapped the cat it.

Boy is she cute.

She sees my name-tag and calls me by my first name, "Thank you so much, Casey. Is [the cat] passed?"
She doesn't have a name-tag so I avoid calling her by any pro-noun and just talk at her. When you do a job like mine where people are in heightened emotional states you learn to have an authoritative yet soothing voice. I used mine, "Yes, he's gone. Judging by his condition it's likely that he died instantly. Thank you for bringing him in. Not everyone would have done that."

She feels empowered now that I've made her the last hero of the mangled cat, "You're welcome, Casey. I volunteer for the ASPCA and I couldn't just leave him there. I don't know how you folks can do the work you do... It must be terrible."

I pull out the huge macho line that makes people melt and feel humble, "Not every day can be a fun one. Besides, if we didn't do it no one else would."

She goes on, "Is it really that tough? I mean you see awful things, don't you?"

It's on now. I let loose with the big guns, "I'm pretty much a receptionist/bean counter and I just run the front-end. My involvement with the animals is as much or as little as I make it for any given night. It's not always that bad."

All the while she is watching me intently and shifting her weight slightly, ever inching closer to show her interest.

Seeing her on the hook I reel her in, "If you think you could put up with the bad nights and want to be involved in a noble service why don't you contact my supervisor? She'll have you come in and observe others in the job so you can see what it is that we go through and do. If you think you can handle it then you can get an interview and maybe come to work with us. I'm not going to lie to you, my first two months here were terrible and I cried when I got home every night. It can be horrible in the worst times but it's very fulfilling when you see a pet walk out of the clinic."
Mentioning that I cried in the beginning made me the sensitive type. It was also the honest truth,

Anyway, she took a card, called me by name when she said goodnight and was then gone back into the night.

Another employee teased me about macking on the chicks in the lobby. "I didn't even get her first name, I retorted.

When we get a stray we have to call the ASPCA office and get a P.O.# for the animal. The operator of the hot-line asks where the critter was found and who brought it in. I tell her it was found in Cave Creek (a small burb of my city) on Cave creek Rd. but I dont know the exact intersection. The gal on the phone knows the cat Im talking about, Was it brought in by one of our volunteers?

I fish a little, Yes it was, but I didnt catch her name

She bites, It was April. She called the office for the EACs phone#.

I set the hook and start winding the reel, She mentioned that she may be interested in working here at the clinic

Trying to be helpful the operator spits out, Oh, thats great! Would you like her name and phone#?

At this point Im trying not to smile, Um? Sure?

Blammo! I have her first and last names and her home phone#. Woo-Hoo!

When I got home I tried looking her up on Google. I fed the machine her first and last name and ASPCA and boom! There she was listed with everyone else who volunteers. It goes on to say that she is trying to organize vegan events for a vegetarian and Vegan clubs. So, shes a vegan.Hurm.?

Im a roses and steak dinners kinda guy. How do I romance a vegan?

-c