ihavebeenfloated

Work was excellent. We had about half the patient load of the last two days, so it was a little more relaxed. I was saddled with a bunch of pseudo-responsibility though, which was a burden as much as it was nice. I sort of felt what it was like to be a technician. I was in charge of this dog receiving a blood transfusion, so I had to be nearly-constantly monitoring him, so if he puked, which he did repeatedly, I had to crap my pants and have conversations with the intern doctor.

Second, I was in charge of the dog in isolation who was a possible distemper, which wasn’t so much a burden at all until about my time to leave, when the day crew rolls in. This was my first day of actually rounding someone in order to push responsibility off on someone else. I had this funny feeling that Angie didn’t take the job quite as seriously as I, which is understandable I guess, as I probably would like to be a tech and she’d like to keep her job and is currently dodging getting fired more than she is worried about the future. On a strange note, she said she bought something for me when she was on her trip, “I just saw it and totally thought of you so I had to get it,” she’s very flirtatious. She, secretly, hope thats if she just flirts with all the guys and chats up all the women and becomes buddy-buddy with them, they wont fire her. I’m a little suspicious of everything she does at this point, but she’s a good actress. It’s very easy to believe she doesn’t know what she’s doing, because it almost looks like she doesn’t, but no one is like her without ulterior motives. I think she hopes I can help her keep her job since I’m friendly with the supervisors and every one else.

Third, this adorable, and I mean so super cute you could cry tears of blood at the sheer cuteness overload, dachshund came in who wouldn’t stop chewing his goddamn fluid line. Man, that was annoying. I spent probably an hour or more over the period of my shift trying to get the little fucker to knock it off. Turns out, I won, but not until about ten minutes before the end of my shift when he managed to tear his multiple e-collars off and chew is line off. Man, I was pissed.

I had fun while he was around, though, as I made all sorts of cuteness jokes. “I think he suffers from… uncontrollable cuteness!” “He may be vomitting due to looking in a mirror and not being able to stand his overwhelming levels of pure unadulterated cuteness!” etc, etc. I know I’m a genius, don’t tell me.

I took a picture of him with Sara but in order to conform to my own moral levels of decency I’m not going to put it up here. Sorry!

I’m thinking about seeing The Pixies in La Jolla on September 21st. It’s a Tuesday, and I wouldn’t have started having Tuesday off if it wasn’t for me switching to overnights, so, in some warped way, I think I’m meant to see the Pixies. This paycheck I’ll buy a ticket, I guess. I can’t pass up the massive amounts of “cred” that seeing the Pixies would give me. Also, they rock. But, aside from that, the cred to certain people would be unbelievable I think. Rock!