My cousin called and asked me to take her puppy to the vet this morning, I just got back. It was nerve-racking, but I did okay. Apparently there's a law that all female vets and vet-assistants in the state of North Carolina have to be pretty and personable. It made me wish I were a dog, ha ha.
The puppy turned-out to be alright, by the way, Triton... that's his name. He's a shepard mix and has a great disposition - very relaxed, and so trusting it breaks your heart. His stomach was bloated and he kept lying around and groaning. It turns out he's just eating too much at a time and needs his meals divided up better.
Advice I could stand to follow, as well.
Ah well, another one in the books; I did good today... good boy, Fountain.
I spent 11 hours doing a qualification test for a job.
If I get an email saying I failed the qualification, at this point I am not sure if I am going to start crying or swearing. Or maybe I will just break out into hysterical laughter.Considering how tired I'll probably be, that's my front running guess at the moment
Thanks! Hopefully I do not discover whether or not their rejects receive parting gifts and just pass the thing. All would be forgiven ::
In fairness to them, I did get an email at some point saying something was going to take 7-10 hours. I just didn't know it was this, and partially didn't want to believe it and instead laughed when I told people about it as if it could never be possible :bigsmile: I guess the joke a-few-day-ago-me was laughing at was actually yesterday-me I journeyed through that ordeal though? :thinking: