I'm getting naked in this entry

11-9-99

Day two at the vet. I got done really early today. The "busy season" is later, during the holidays. Since my job is mainly caring for boarding animals, Thanksgiving and Christmas are my biggest paychecks. Besides getting to leave earlier than I thought, they also gave me a day off today. I mean, they set a day for me to have off each week. I'm totally relieved that I get a day off now, but I'm starting to worry that I won't be getting that many hours at this job. Maybe they'll give me more responsibilities later on or something. Or maybe I'll just get a few more students.

Students, incidentally, are beginning to ooze out of the woodwork. I have one kid at that church I wrote about a month ago, and I should get a couple more there. Then there are two in Macon whom I haven't met yet, but they're definite students, and there will be more in Macon once I get my ass together and start teaching up there. One student pays me roughly forty dollars a month, so I'd need about six to make up the difference in what I was earning at the evil factory job.

sodalite3: can I ask you a question?

jo salmon: sure

sodalite3: what's the date?

jo salmon: 11/9/99

sodalite3: thank you SO much

jo salmon: how's the new job ?

sodalite3: going well
sodalite3: after a while you don't notice the smell of crap
sodalite3: wait, that's not true. I still notice it
sodalite3: some dogs are worse than others

jo salmon: you make it sound so Sheek

sodalite3: I'll tell you what, though, the worst one so far was a damn bichon frise

jo salmon: what's that ?

sodalite3: it's a puffy white dog

sodalite3: I go in on my first day of work, they hand me a hose and say, "look at that cage!"

jo salmon: crap a lot ?

sodalite3: it was too dumb/full/dumb/stubborn/dumb to wait to be let outside
sodalite3: it crapped in its cage and then it peed on the crap and then dumped its water on the crap and then crapped again

jo salmon: sweet

sodalite3: it sounds so funny when I think about it now

jo salmon: sounds like a lovely job

sodalite3: not too bad. after I gave that bichon a bath and he went home, I've just had this one dog who isn't allowed outside, so I have to spray out his cage about twice in my shift

jo salmon: why isn't he allowed to go out ?

sodalite3: he's from the shelter and he has worms, if they let him out all the other dogs would get it

jo salmon: so is this a job that you see yourself at for a while ?

I have to wear scrubs to work. I feel silly in scrubs. Scrubs are expensive! They look like freaking pajamas, why are they so expensive? One thing that makes me look silly (by the way, I hate looking silly) is that I bought the cheap kind that come in sets, and the only complete sets they had in my size are Pepto-Bismol pink. They had olive green tops and navy blue bottoms in my size, but I had to get matching sets of anti-diarrheal pink.

When I get home from work I strip off my clothes immediately and get in the shower. I leave the clothes—no joke—right inside the door. I doubt that I'd bring in wormy germs or anything my kitties could catch, but I'm not taking any chances. Of course, Fleck took the opportunity of my being in the shower to go and bury himself in the mound of nauseating pink cotton. I'll have to put a hamper in the front closet and close the door.

And yes, I run through the house naked. It's all of ten feet from the front door to the bathroom. One of these days I'm going to walk in the door, strip, head for the bathroom, and find out that John's invited Rob or Becky over for lunch.