Okay.. today sucked.
We had to put down a Golden Retriever named Rusty and everyone in the office knew him by name cause he's so damn sweet. He came in with his own leash in his mouth and wobbled his way into the exam room and sat down like a good boy, looking up at his mom for approval. They stayed for an hour doing every blood test we could perform at the office... he was only 10 but his liver & kidneys were just about dead. After we put an animal down we have to put them in a plastic bag and tag the bag with ID and cremation/burial instructions and place them in the freezer.
Nobody could bag him because they all knew him too well and everyone was crying. So they made me do it. I was bawling with tears streaming down my face and a stuffy nose trying to wrestle the 90 lb dog into a black bag and tag it... Then I carried him into the freezer room sobbing... I couldn't deal.
Bleh...sadness
My waitressing job blows too... The girls that work full time hate me. (Hiss) They don't like me apparently because I'm a part-timer whose daddy "knows someone"... which is how I got my job. I'm not denying it...it's 100% fact, no excuse to be an asshole though. They give me like... 1/4 of the tables when we share a shift and my manager won't do shit because they're the full-time staff. I made $23 DOLLARS in tips and only got 2 fucking tables for a weekend 6-hour shift!! We had over 12 tables... and the other two bitches wouldn't share.. grrrrr... bad week.
We had to put down a Golden Retriever named Rusty and everyone in the office knew him by name cause he's so damn sweet. He came in with his own leash in his mouth and wobbled his way into the exam room and sat down like a good boy, looking up at his mom for approval. They stayed for an hour doing every blood test we could perform at the office... he was only 10 but his liver & kidneys were just about dead. After we put an animal down we have to put them in a plastic bag and tag the bag with ID and cremation/burial instructions and place them in the freezer.
Nobody could bag him because they all knew him too well and everyone was crying. So they made me do it. I was bawling with tears streaming down my face and a stuffy nose trying to wrestle the 90 lb dog into a black bag and tag it... Then I carried him into the freezer room sobbing... I couldn't deal.
Bleh...sadness
My waitressing job blows too... The girls that work full time hate me. (Hiss) They don't like me apparently because I'm a part-timer whose daddy "knows someone"... which is how I got my job. I'm not denying it...it's 100% fact, no excuse to be an asshole though. They give me like... 1/4 of the tables when we share a shift and my manager won't do shit because they're the full-time staff. I made $23 DOLLARS in tips and only got 2 fucking tables for a weekend 6-hour shift!! We had over 12 tables... and the other two bitches wouldn't share.. grrrrr... bad week.