One more day and then it's off to Colorado for a few days.
I can't even begin to tell you how much I need this!!!! I plan on getting lost in the wilderness for a few days. I won't even be near a cell-phone tower, so NO ONE will be able to call me.....AHHHHHH, bliss. I'm really looking forward to getting away from work. I hope I've been able to mask how frustrated I've been lately. If not, I apologize. I do try.
So, I'll blog more when I get back. I'll talk all about how gorgeous the house is that my mom and her husband are building and all about the views. Hopefully, I'll be able to see a bear; they supposedly wander through the "back yard" all the time.
Yeah...then I'll probably be more motivated to find a job that I can actually retire from where I can get paid and not work, because Mom is retiring. She's going to be able to concentrate on her writing and do nothing else as well as being able to do all this in her own home that was planned to her specifications in the middle of the mountains and forest in Colorado. She plans on wearing her pajamas for a year. I actually want a beach hut in Belize or Costa Rica. Just a hut will do. Really.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Pets are not disposable
Sometimes, you just can't help but take work home with you and things keep you awake or wake you up in the middle of the night, such as tonight. At least it's not about something involving scheduling, employees, or the every day operations of the place tonight. Just the occasional case that comes in that my mind has trouble wrapping itself around.
I'm fortunate that in the eight years that I've worked for a veterinary hospital, I have not seen many cases of animal cruelty. I work at a somewhat pricey hospital, so most of the patients we see are of the spoiled variety. (Really, people who will spend $300 on a dental procedure for their dog or cat are not generally animal abusers; although, we do still get the occasional client that thinks Ol' Roy is quality dog food--joke: I'm not saying that people who feed their pets Ol' Roy are animal abusers) Cases where a pet has been abused usually comes when one of our clients has adopted a rescue animal or has seen a kitten tossed from a car on the highway and, risking their own lives, rescues said kitten. One of our clients adopted a dog from a rescue group that had been taken out to the gulf in a boat, tossed overboard, and left. (Apparently, they didn't want to deal with a pregnant dog.) Luckily, some nearby boaters saw the incident and were able to pull the dog into their boat.
It has always rancored me when one of our clients brings in a dog or cat that they want to take care of or have "inherited" due to the fact that someone has moved out of their house or apartment and abandoned their pets. How can someone just leave their pet? This is an animal that has formed a bond with their owner, and sometimes, I'm sure the owner has a bond with that pet, but they just leave them. I try not to pass judgement on these people, because I don't know what kind of situation they're moving into, but still...We've seen them left because a baby was born; because someone is getting married and the fiancee doesn't like the dog/cat (Hello??? Why are you marrying them? Package deal!); because they're moving somewhere that they can't take their pets to, etc. I realize, that some may think that it is better than taking them to a shelter where they may be euthanized instead of adopted. Believe me....it's not.
Today, one of our clients came in with a cat that had been abandoned by its owners. She lived in the neighboring apartment to this cat and hadn't realized the owners had moved out. If she had known that they had moved out, she would have notified management much sooner about the incessantly barking dog next door. I don't know how much time had passed, but someone finally went into the apartment. The dog, by this time, was dead.
(Just letting that sink in a little)
The people who left them, probably weren't intending to be what they thought of as "cruel". They left food out. Too bad they didn't leave the water running in the bathtub or something. The cat was very cute and sweet (a bob-tailed, dilute tortie with big green eyes). She was not in horrible condition--she was alert and active. I have never seen a cat, in my entire life, go for a bowl of water like she did when I brought one in the room. She had it almost emptied in less than 30 seconds.
I can't imagine what this cat went through, what was in her mind, as she was there day after day with her housemate as the water ran out of the toilet bowl and then watching her friend and housemate die, knowing that she would too if someone didn't come soon. Wondering where that person was that had always taken care of them--fed them, kept their water bowls filled; petted them, played with them, gave a lap or bed to lay on.
The girl that brought her in just couldn't contain her tears, thinking that she could have saved the dog, too, but didn't get management to go into the apartment next door when the dog wouldn't stop barking. It's not her fault, but she feels terrible. She wants to keep the cat, but for right now, the cat is evidence in an animal cruelty investigation and had to be surrendered to police and taken to the shelter. A doctor there will examine her. Our client will have to go through the adoption process once evidence is gathered and a judge rules on the case. I just hope the cat doesn't get a horrible upper respiratory infection at the shelter. They do the best they can there, but URIs are inevitable.
So, how can people just leave their pets? Why don't they take them to a shelter if they can't keep them, or find a rescue group that will take them in? There are hundreds of rescue groups out there! How can they just abandon them and think that it's the best they can do for them?
I don't know how many people besides my friends and co-workers read my blog, but I want them to know this: Pets are not disposable. When you get a pet, it's almost like taking care of kids, when they're puppies or kittens, to taking care of aging parents as they get older. They are a commitment and a responsibility. They require veterinary care and preventative medications. There is no such thing as a free pet. They cost money. If you get one and find you can't take care of it, please, please find a shelter or rescue group that will. Don't just abandon them. They depend on you. They love and trust you. Don't break that faith because somehow, some way, it will catch up to your soul.
I'm fortunate that in the eight years that I've worked for a veterinary hospital, I have not seen many cases of animal cruelty. I work at a somewhat pricey hospital, so most of the patients we see are of the spoiled variety. (Really, people who will spend $300 on a dental procedure for their dog or cat are not generally animal abusers; although, we do still get the occasional client that thinks Ol' Roy is quality dog food--joke: I'm not saying that people who feed their pets Ol' Roy are animal abusers) Cases where a pet has been abused usually comes when one of our clients has adopted a rescue animal or has seen a kitten tossed from a car on the highway and, risking their own lives, rescues said kitten. One of our clients adopted a dog from a rescue group that had been taken out to the gulf in a boat, tossed overboard, and left. (Apparently, they didn't want to deal with a pregnant dog.) Luckily, some nearby boaters saw the incident and were able to pull the dog into their boat.
It has always rancored me when one of our clients brings in a dog or cat that they want to take care of or have "inherited" due to the fact that someone has moved out of their house or apartment and abandoned their pets. How can someone just leave their pet? This is an animal that has formed a bond with their owner, and sometimes, I'm sure the owner has a bond with that pet, but they just leave them. I try not to pass judgement on these people, because I don't know what kind of situation they're moving into, but still...We've seen them left because a baby was born; because someone is getting married and the fiancee doesn't like the dog/cat (Hello??? Why are you marrying them? Package deal!); because they're moving somewhere that they can't take their pets to, etc. I realize, that some may think that it is better than taking them to a shelter where they may be euthanized instead of adopted. Believe me....it's not.
Today, one of our clients came in with a cat that had been abandoned by its owners. She lived in the neighboring apartment to this cat and hadn't realized the owners had moved out. If she had known that they had moved out, she would have notified management much sooner about the incessantly barking dog next door. I don't know how much time had passed, but someone finally went into the apartment. The dog, by this time, was dead.
(Just letting that sink in a little)
The people who left them, probably weren't intending to be what they thought of as "cruel". They left food out. Too bad they didn't leave the water running in the bathtub or something. The cat was very cute and sweet (a bob-tailed, dilute tortie with big green eyes). She was not in horrible condition--she was alert and active. I have never seen a cat, in my entire life, go for a bowl of water like she did when I brought one in the room. She had it almost emptied in less than 30 seconds.
I can't imagine what this cat went through, what was in her mind, as she was there day after day with her housemate as the water ran out of the toilet bowl and then watching her friend and housemate die, knowing that she would too if someone didn't come soon. Wondering where that person was that had always taken care of them--fed them, kept their water bowls filled; petted them, played with them, gave a lap or bed to lay on.
The girl that brought her in just couldn't contain her tears, thinking that she could have saved the dog, too, but didn't get management to go into the apartment next door when the dog wouldn't stop barking. It's not her fault, but she feels terrible. She wants to keep the cat, but for right now, the cat is evidence in an animal cruelty investigation and had to be surrendered to police and taken to the shelter. A doctor there will examine her. Our client will have to go through the adoption process once evidence is gathered and a judge rules on the case. I just hope the cat doesn't get a horrible upper respiratory infection at the shelter. They do the best they can there, but URIs are inevitable.
So, how can people just leave their pets? Why don't they take them to a shelter if they can't keep them, or find a rescue group that will take them in? There are hundreds of rescue groups out there! How can they just abandon them and think that it's the best they can do for them?
I don't know how many people besides my friends and co-workers read my blog, but I want them to know this: Pets are not disposable. When you get a pet, it's almost like taking care of kids, when they're puppies or kittens, to taking care of aging parents as they get older. They are a commitment and a responsibility. They require veterinary care and preventative medications. There is no such thing as a free pet. They cost money. If you get one and find you can't take care of it, please, please find a shelter or rescue group that will. Don't just abandon them. They depend on you. They love and trust you. Don't break that faith because somehow, some way, it will catch up to your soul.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Uh...Hi
Well...it's July. Sorry I haven't posted for a while. I have been so busy, so tired, spinning around in a thousand different directions. I think I'm getting the center of my gravity back, though.
I quit my restaurant job. Finally. Working so many hours at BAH and with everything that's going on there now, I just wanted to go have a couple of Margaritas, not make them. Plus, there are new owners at the restaurant. One change per job, please. I didn't want to deal with change at two. I am missing the extra money right now, though. Strange how even a bad night equaled a couple extra hundred bucks each month. And then, there were the good nights. Not to mention the good food and the margaritas, but now I know how to make excellant margaritas and mexican martinis. I've also become the Queen of Quesadillas at home. So easy to make at the end of a long day. I'm going to have to get the Albondigas recipe from Letty for winter...and maybe the Chili Verde.
Not much else going on. Work is my big focus now. Figuring out exactly what I should be doing, because no one is really telling me. Of course, there is all these grand plans, but, I've worked there long enough to know that those might take a while. Right now, I'm just trying to focus on getting my staff on board with some enthusiasm.
It's gonna be a long summer.
I quit my restaurant job. Finally. Working so many hours at BAH and with everything that's going on there now, I just wanted to go have a couple of Margaritas, not make them. Plus, there are new owners at the restaurant. One change per job, please. I didn't want to deal with change at two. I am missing the extra money right now, though. Strange how even a bad night equaled a couple extra hundred bucks each month. And then, there were the good nights. Not to mention the good food and the margaritas, but now I know how to make excellant margaritas and mexican martinis. I've also become the Queen of Quesadillas at home. So easy to make at the end of a long day. I'm going to have to get the Albondigas recipe from Letty for winter...and maybe the Chili Verde.
Not much else going on. Work is my big focus now. Figuring out exactly what I should be doing, because no one is really telling me. Of course, there is all these grand plans, but, I've worked there long enough to know that those might take a while. Right now, I'm just trying to focus on getting my staff on board with some enthusiasm.
It's gonna be a long summer.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Catch up
Well...I'm officially now one year and one week older. I don't know how I feel about that. So many things that I thought I would have by now are just not here. I pretty sure by now that I will never have my own children.
I've seriously considered going to Africa and taking care of orphans. No...I'm serious. My only problem is my psychotic cat: who would take her? What would I do with her? She freaks out if I'm gone for a week. Her blood work that I did during her last annual was perfect. She's too mean not to live forever. She is something to consider.
The reason I think about this: Africa has a lot of orphans living in horrible conditions. It would give some meaning to my life, since apparently, I'm not doing anything here. I know there is plenty to do here, but there are things here that I would need to get far away from in order to concentrate on the task at hand. Things are still way up in the air with the love of my life: we still love each other deeply, but circumstances keep us apart. I will wait for only so long...after that, I have to leave for my own good. I have reason to believe that I will have my answer one way or the other by the end of this year. Meanwhile, I will look into Africa.
Other things are going fairly well. I got a promotion at work--I have visions of change; I only hope that others can see it, too. The Longhorns are, again, in the Regional playoffs--hoping that this year goes better than last (I can't go two years in a row where they are not in the College World Series). I've found the world's best liquor store where my favorite Tequila is $20 less than in any other store (If you are still drinking Cuervo, you have no idea what Tequila is!) The Cubs suck again this year, so, obviously Hell hasn't frozen over yet and the world continues to stay on track. (Damn Cubs!) I finally had a member of the family come to Texas for a vacation, so I've had guests. (Boy...they're kind of exhausting!) I'm healthy...first mammogram was A-OK. (If you've ever just wanted to play with breasts, you should be a mammogram tech.) As long as I keep busy at work, I don't dwell too much on the love-life. Busy doesn't look like a problem, at least for the upcoming month. And, I found out recently that, despite all the times I feel alone, I do have friends. For that, and for them, I am very grateful.
I've seriously considered going to Africa and taking care of orphans. No...I'm serious. My only problem is my psychotic cat: who would take her? What would I do with her? She freaks out if I'm gone for a week. Her blood work that I did during her last annual was perfect. She's too mean not to live forever. She is something to consider.
The reason I think about this: Africa has a lot of orphans living in horrible conditions. It would give some meaning to my life, since apparently, I'm not doing anything here. I know there is plenty to do here, but there are things here that I would need to get far away from in order to concentrate on the task at hand. Things are still way up in the air with the love of my life: we still love each other deeply, but circumstances keep us apart. I will wait for only so long...after that, I have to leave for my own good. I have reason to believe that I will have my answer one way or the other by the end of this year. Meanwhile, I will look into Africa.
Other things are going fairly well. I got a promotion at work--I have visions of change; I only hope that others can see it, too. The Longhorns are, again, in the Regional playoffs--hoping that this year goes better than last (I can't go two years in a row where they are not in the College World Series). I've found the world's best liquor store where my favorite Tequila is $20 less than in any other store (If you are still drinking Cuervo, you have no idea what Tequila is!) The Cubs suck again this year, so, obviously Hell hasn't frozen over yet and the world continues to stay on track. (Damn Cubs!) I finally had a member of the family come to Texas for a vacation, so I've had guests. (Boy...they're kind of exhausting!) I'm healthy...first mammogram was A-OK. (If you've ever just wanted to play with breasts, you should be a mammogram tech.) As long as I keep busy at work, I don't dwell too much on the love-life. Busy doesn't look like a problem, at least for the upcoming month. And, I found out recently that, despite all the times I feel alone, I do have friends. For that, and for them, I am very grateful.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
What to do in Austin
Okay, bloggers. I have a family member coming into town next week (FINALLY) and I need your help in the 5 Must Do/See while in Austin, Texas for someone that has never been here...or, very much outside the state of Indiana. (Just taking her to a restaurant and seeing tatooed and pierced servers may blow her mind!) Send me a list of your five favorites and I'll compare mine and narrow it down from there.
THANKS!
THANKS!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Answers to an interview
Answers to Jennifer's 5-question interview:
1. So, if you could have a college degree instantly, like the information and learning electronically zapped into your brain in an instant (with a legitimate diploma), what degree would you choose and what career would you immediately have?
Wow--so many to choose from. I have so many interests, but, I'd have to say that my first passion would be Earth Sciences. Watching the climate changes, the melting Polar Caps, the Volcanoes....I'm fascinated by volcanoes. I'd be the one sitting on the cap of Mt. Ranier when it finally decides to go. Earthquakes--where is the "big one" going to be? California or the long sleeping New Madrid (around the St. Louis area)? The Earth has always taken care of herself--death and rebirth. I'd love to chronicle the next "death". I'm completely handicapped by Physics, though. Physics is a major part of predicting earth changes and how to handle them. We'd all be buried under a pile of snow if it was all up to me!
2. What do you miss most about Indiana?
The green, green summers. Miles of rolling green hills. And tall Maple trees--trees you could really climb high into. The smell of things growing. It smelled like life. Crisp autumns. There is nothing like a football game with the smell of autumn in the air, the rattle of autumn leaves, the color of autumn leaves! I really miss Autumn. It's hard to describe how the air can be crisp to a Texan. And, I don't know about now, but, when I was a kid, it was soooo much fun to go out and play in the snow (and we're talking about a couple of feet, not millimeters like what happens here), get cold and wet to the point of numbness, and then coming in to hot chocolate or chicken noodle soup. It was the best way to thaw out and the warmth it created was so much more than physical. Green summers, tall trees, and crisp autumns...that's what I miss most, I guess. The land is beautiful there. And it grows really tasty tomatoes--Texans have no idea what a tomato really tastes like. Or plums--great plums in Michigan. Going to Indiana Dunes--a real lake, with real sand.
3. What is the best thing about living in Texas? How did you end up here, anyway?
Well, like anyone raised in a small-minded place, I wanted to escape. Women in their thirties in Indiana look twice as old as we do. And they all cut their hair and perm it after the second child, and that's how it stays. Smoking--there's a lot of smoking in Indiana. And eating lots of heavy bland meals with gravy that clogged your arteries just looking at them. I wanted to go to a big city, so, I went to Dallas. My mom already lived in Austin at this point. After a while, I discovered I hated the big city--especially Dallas. I love Austin, though. Austin is not like the rest of Texas. It's full of people more like me: open-minded, full of empathy for their fellow human beings, rational--you can rationalize with people in Austin!--and forward thinking people. People who aren't stuck in the past or just the here and now. People who don't worry about what something costs now, but what the potential cost is for the future by not doing something now. That's not Texas--it's Austin. If Austin were to disappear, I probably wouldn't stay in Texas. So, I guess the thing I like most about Texas is Austin.
4. What is your favorite childhood memory?
The neighborhood I grew up in. All the kids played together, no matter what age. My older brother showed me off to all his friends when I was born, so I was the youngest in the neighborhood for a while. We played outside all the time--until an hour past dark in the summer. At Halloween, we would canvas the entire neighborhood--for blocks! Our friend, Gary, was a mentally handicapped 26-year old. So, he was basically our age. It thrilled his mother to death when we would knock on their door and ask if Gary could come out to play. He fit in just right. We never knew any different. The innocence of my childhood--that's my fondest memory. Kids know too much these days. We had no clue. Ignorance is bliss. We had so much fun! We didn't have to have our parents planning our every move. ADHD didn't exist. When we went on a car trip, there were no DVD players in the car! We read books, used our imaginations with other toys, or just talked with our parents while hanging over the front seat of the car. Dayton Street--that's my fondest memory. We hardly ever went inside--we just played.
5. If you owned BAH, what would you change?
Well...we'd probably go broke, because I would move the focus away from the financial aspects and more towards doing what we could for the patients. I don't think we should have to have a pet owner approve an estimate before we save their pet's life. Why can't we offer the cheaper alternatives or do more to find out what we can do? I'd like to see us more involved with the community around us. I'd like to see some more concern for all that gets wasted--from electricity wasted when the attic lights are left on when no one is up there to all the recycling we don't do. And, being more open to alternative, natural, treatments. No, you aren't going to cure anything with herbs and nutrition, but you could sure prevent a lot with more natural diets and an awareness of what kinds of cleaning products people are using around the home. And I would try to mend the separation that's felt between the "front" and the "back". Create more of an atmosphere of openness and warmth. Probably move, too, to a place where we wouldn't have to spend so much in overhead so we could come down on some of our prices. And I would never hire people to put a body in a space--blending would be a must--there would be 30-, 60-, and 90-day reviews on new-hires as well as annual reviews on everyone else.
Hope you learned something about me you didn't know.
1. So, if you could have a college degree instantly, like the information and learning electronically zapped into your brain in an instant (with a legitimate diploma), what degree would you choose and what career would you immediately have?
Wow--so many to choose from. I have so many interests, but, I'd have to say that my first passion would be Earth Sciences. Watching the climate changes, the melting Polar Caps, the Volcanoes....I'm fascinated by volcanoes. I'd be the one sitting on the cap of Mt. Ranier when it finally decides to go. Earthquakes--where is the "big one" going to be? California or the long sleeping New Madrid (around the St. Louis area)? The Earth has always taken care of herself--death and rebirth. I'd love to chronicle the next "death". I'm completely handicapped by Physics, though. Physics is a major part of predicting earth changes and how to handle them. We'd all be buried under a pile of snow if it was all up to me!
2. What do you miss most about Indiana?
The green, green summers. Miles of rolling green hills. And tall Maple trees--trees you could really climb high into. The smell of things growing. It smelled like life. Crisp autumns. There is nothing like a football game with the smell of autumn in the air, the rattle of autumn leaves, the color of autumn leaves! I really miss Autumn. It's hard to describe how the air can be crisp to a Texan. And, I don't know about now, but, when I was a kid, it was soooo much fun to go out and play in the snow (and we're talking about a couple of feet, not millimeters like what happens here), get cold and wet to the point of numbness, and then coming in to hot chocolate or chicken noodle soup. It was the best way to thaw out and the warmth it created was so much more than physical. Green summers, tall trees, and crisp autumns...that's what I miss most, I guess. The land is beautiful there. And it grows really tasty tomatoes--Texans have no idea what a tomato really tastes like. Or plums--great plums in Michigan. Going to Indiana Dunes--a real lake, with real sand.
3. What is the best thing about living in Texas? How did you end up here, anyway?
Well, like anyone raised in a small-minded place, I wanted to escape. Women in their thirties in Indiana look twice as old as we do. And they all cut their hair and perm it after the second child, and that's how it stays. Smoking--there's a lot of smoking in Indiana. And eating lots of heavy bland meals with gravy that clogged your arteries just looking at them. I wanted to go to a big city, so, I went to Dallas. My mom already lived in Austin at this point. After a while, I discovered I hated the big city--especially Dallas. I love Austin, though. Austin is not like the rest of Texas. It's full of people more like me: open-minded, full of empathy for their fellow human beings, rational--you can rationalize with people in Austin!--and forward thinking people. People who aren't stuck in the past or just the here and now. People who don't worry about what something costs now, but what the potential cost is for the future by not doing something now. That's not Texas--it's Austin. If Austin were to disappear, I probably wouldn't stay in Texas. So, I guess the thing I like most about Texas is Austin.
4. What is your favorite childhood memory?
The neighborhood I grew up in. All the kids played together, no matter what age. My older brother showed me off to all his friends when I was born, so I was the youngest in the neighborhood for a while. We played outside all the time--until an hour past dark in the summer. At Halloween, we would canvas the entire neighborhood--for blocks! Our friend, Gary, was a mentally handicapped 26-year old. So, he was basically our age. It thrilled his mother to death when we would knock on their door and ask if Gary could come out to play. He fit in just right. We never knew any different. The innocence of my childhood--that's my fondest memory. Kids know too much these days. We had no clue. Ignorance is bliss. We had so much fun! We didn't have to have our parents planning our every move. ADHD didn't exist. When we went on a car trip, there were no DVD players in the car! We read books, used our imaginations with other toys, or just talked with our parents while hanging over the front seat of the car. Dayton Street--that's my fondest memory. We hardly ever went inside--we just played.
5. If you owned BAH, what would you change?
Well...we'd probably go broke, because I would move the focus away from the financial aspects and more towards doing what we could for the patients. I don't think we should have to have a pet owner approve an estimate before we save their pet's life. Why can't we offer the cheaper alternatives or do more to find out what we can do? I'd like to see us more involved with the community around us. I'd like to see some more concern for all that gets wasted--from electricity wasted when the attic lights are left on when no one is up there to all the recycling we don't do. And, being more open to alternative, natural, treatments. No, you aren't going to cure anything with herbs and nutrition, but you could sure prevent a lot with more natural diets and an awareness of what kinds of cleaning products people are using around the home. And I would try to mend the separation that's felt between the "front" and the "back". Create more of an atmosphere of openness and warmth. Probably move, too, to a place where we wouldn't have to spend so much in overhead so we could come down on some of our prices. And I would never hire people to put a body in a space--blending would be a must--there would be 30-, 60-, and 90-day reviews on new-hires as well as annual reviews on everyone else.
Hope you learned something about me you didn't know.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
I just read the last comment to my last blog, and all I can say is ....WOW. I checked out her blog: all about how the service industry sucks. Like, if she weren't in a party of nine, she couldn't be irked because her order wasn't being taken and all this time was being wasted on two little people...Some people have never had to work in the service industry. I'd love to see them try it one day. Just one day. Oh, what a fantasy. That everyone would have to work in the restaurant industry or retail customer service for just one day. Or, be an administrative assistant.
Every year, I watch what used to be Secretary's Day pass by (now it's Administrative Professionals Day) without a card, without a flower, without a cake or anything for the receptionists at work. It adds greatly to the feeling of being underappreciated for what we do at work. For the past few years, I've watched cakes being brought in for "Veterinary Technicians Day". Never have the receptionists been shown such appreciation. If one of us doesn't do something right though, boy--then we all get the kick in the ass.
I know, deep down, the work we do is appreciated, but it would just be nice to be shown that once in while. All we ever hear in meetings is "the receptionists don't do this" or "the receptionists aren't doing that". I would love to just one day have all the receptionists not show up to work so everyone would finally realize how much we do do.
I guess lately, I've been feeling like I'm just wasting time in, not one, but two thankless jobs. I do the best I can at both of them and it just never seems to be enough. I'm --30-something--and I'm still living from one paycheck to another. Working 1-2 other jobs just to have something to have some fun with once in a while--and eat food that's good for me, not just filling. What the hell is wrong with me?
Other friends of mine either have well-paying jobs, houses, or are finishing college. How do they do that and I don't?
I heard something this week that has really set me off. Roger Clemens, a guy that can throw a ball well, is going to be paid 4.5 million a month to pitch for the Yankees. 4.5 MILLION a MONTH. To throw a baseball. That's like, $30,000 a day. What human being actually needs to make this kind of money? And is he going to do anything good with it? Will he be altruistic? Will he save any children in Darfur? Will he save any children here, for crying out loud? He's pitching baseballs! He's not curing cancer or AIDS for God's sake! And it's just for 5 months for sure. That's more than a lot of his fans (or non-fans, like me) make in a whole year of actually WORKING THEIR ASSES OFF! Again, like me. Shit...this country is fucked up with it's values. And they say Gay Marriage is going to ruin things.
Our Police Officers, Fire Fighters, Soldiers, Teachers...people who actually DO SOMETHING get paid Crap, and a guy that can throw a baseball gets paid $30,000 a day. Mull that over for a while.
Then...wonder why you're not getting the best possible service at Chiles.
Every year, I watch what used to be Secretary's Day pass by (now it's Administrative Professionals Day) without a card, without a flower, without a cake or anything for the receptionists at work. It adds greatly to the feeling of being underappreciated for what we do at work. For the past few years, I've watched cakes being brought in for "Veterinary Technicians Day". Never have the receptionists been shown such appreciation. If one of us doesn't do something right though, boy--then we all get the kick in the ass.
I know, deep down, the work we do is appreciated, but it would just be nice to be shown that once in while. All we ever hear in meetings is "the receptionists don't do this" or "the receptionists aren't doing that". I would love to just one day have all the receptionists not show up to work so everyone would finally realize how much we do do.
I guess lately, I've been feeling like I'm just wasting time in, not one, but two thankless jobs. I do the best I can at both of them and it just never seems to be enough. I'm --30-something--and I'm still living from one paycheck to another. Working 1-2 other jobs just to have something to have some fun with once in a while--and eat food that's good for me, not just filling. What the hell is wrong with me?
Other friends of mine either have well-paying jobs, houses, or are finishing college. How do they do that and I don't?
I heard something this week that has really set me off. Roger Clemens, a guy that can throw a ball well, is going to be paid 4.5 million a month to pitch for the Yankees. 4.5 MILLION a MONTH. To throw a baseball. That's like, $30,000 a day. What human being actually needs to make this kind of money? And is he going to do anything good with it? Will he be altruistic? Will he save any children in Darfur? Will he save any children here, for crying out loud? He's pitching baseballs! He's not curing cancer or AIDS for God's sake! And it's just for 5 months for sure. That's more than a lot of his fans (or non-fans, like me) make in a whole year of actually WORKING THEIR ASSES OFF! Again, like me. Shit...this country is fucked up with it's values. And they say Gay Marriage is going to ruin things.
Our Police Officers, Fire Fighters, Soldiers, Teachers...people who actually DO SOMETHING get paid Crap, and a guy that can throw a baseball gets paid $30,000 a day. Mull that over for a while.
Then...wonder why you're not getting the best possible service at Chiles.
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