but i screwed up so much today FIRST of all they went and took this dog with a prolapsed vagina out for a walk and while they were out i cleaned her kennel and she spilled her food EVERYWHERE. well i shook her blanket out and thought i got all the food out apparently i didn't because when the volunteer came in and did the laundry i forgot some pieces of food and it got stuck in the washer and she got all mad. whoa. i'll admit that was my bad. i also threw her empty food dish in the sink and the volunteer washed it, but when the volunteer asked where her food dish was and i told her she was like "WE USE THE SAME DISH FOR THE SAME DOG" and exasperatedly got another dish like there were 50 more dishes under the cabinet next to her kennel it wasn't that big of a fucking deal
SECOND this isn't even really a screw up but whatever. last time i filled the caps with tattoo ink we had 36 surgeries so i filled 2 capfuls of tattoo ink and they were all used. today we had 8 surgeries but i didn't know there were only 8 flippin surgeries and filled up 1 capful of tattoo ink APPARENTLY that's toooo damn much and will last them a week. eXcUse me
i tried to make up for all my eff ups by sweeping and mopping after all the surgeries and doing the surgical packs and washing the dishes and anesthetic equipment afterwards i was so damn proud of myself but 0 people said thank u. after i was all done i started checking on the patients and figured out which ones are okay to go back to their kennels and i put them all back. the last one i put back was a puppy that shit all down my jeans BY THE WAY i decided to wear my good, gray jeans instead of scrub pants today because i'm sick of those damn scrub pants. then while i was carrying him to his kennel, shit down my pants, he peed on my scrub top too right before putting him down. all those barking dogs probably made him nervous. that's when i decided i was fuCKIN done for the day. fuck this. going home. fuck everything
in the middle of the day i got a text from alex telling me cleo died last night. cleo was our friend's dog that i was particularly fond of. she was found dead once her mom got home with a distended stomach. i was so upset during recovery i almost broke into tears but i had to suck it up because i figured there are dogs here that need me right now and i can't think about that shit. but i loved cleo she was a good dog she always followed me upstairs and jumped up to give me a hug and lick my face whenever i visited alex before we lived together and her mom was always like "GET DOWN" but i was 100% okay with it i loved her so much
i got home and ended up KOing on the couch while alex worked out. i woke up and we messed around for a little bit not really doing shit. me complaining that i was hungry and watching tv and he made me a grilled cheese with avocado before mikaela picked me up so we could watch glee at jess's. i guess jess had a worse day at her clinicals than i did but everyone always ends up having a worse day than me, i just flip out about tiny things.
we finished season 1 and jess let me eat her leftover sadie's foods. now i'm back at home and watching bob's burgers with alex. we wrestled for a little bit but now i'm tired again. i wanted to watch AHS but i have to get up early tomorrow morning anyway. ugh there is nothing i want more than to sleep in on a weekday. if i don't work graveyard emergency shifts i think i'll die
xoxo
jello
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