Two Weekends Ago Episode 1
Two weekends ago I had Fri, Sat, and Sun off. Said weekend also coincided with my friend CS's visit to Oregon, so I naturally planned to spend a goodly portion thereof with her. My brother almost always figures into my weekends off, and this was no exception.
True to form, I was a little late getting around on Friday. This time I had a good excuse... Thursday evening I was NOT on call but ended up staying at the clinic until 9pm or something. A horse had cut his leg and the owners brought it in at closing time (not the owners' fault, it was just related to when they found the horse). The vet on call had a meeting, so little miss Claire ends up with the case.
The people were nice, the horse didn't try to kick me, and the laceration was easy to stitch together. Really, I kinda liked the case. The exciting part came when it was time to load the horse and it WOULD NOT do so. We tried the various tricks, and none worked. Eventually the horse's trainer showed up, meant business, and got the horse in the trailer. Which only occurred AFTER the horse broke a lead rope and flipped over backwards right next to the main road (thankfully the horse had sense to stand still instead of running into the middle of the road). I am a woos and do not like situations like this. Dude, why not just move the trailer away from the road?
After the horse was loaded and I had written up my chart, bla, bla, I went to get some food. It was around 10 pm by the time I was done shopping, and I was very, very weary. I was standing somewhat dazed in the check-out line, and a lady asked me what I did for a living. I told her I was a "veterinarian." It wasn't until later when she commented/asked whether "we treat everything naturally, don't we?" that I realized she thought I said I was a "vegetarian", not a "veterinarian." She started trying to sell me some sort of attorney insurance to use in case of identity theft. She was trying to sell it to me as we were bagging our groceries, and this was slowing down the line, and I was getting rather irritated. I become rather uncomfortable when I feel that I am making a scene or holding others up. My brain was in no state to be considering the purchase of attorney insurance
I handed back her business card, and told her I would be very unlikely to purchase this insurance. It seemed that she became irritated at me, and bade me a good day in an ultra-polite manner. She then went rapidly out of the store and could be seen skipping behind the grocery cart to her car.
I was worried, I will admit, that perhaps she would try to steal my identity out of spite (it was 10 pm and my brain wasn't working very well). So I decidedly to kindly wish her a good night, or something... and then we ended up talking for a significant time. As "fate" would have it, our cars were parked right next to each other. I think she was really rather harmless, but very pushy and (in her own words) very passionate about the insurance.
So... I didn't get to bed until rather late and hence my Friday also commenced in a tardy fashion.
-To be continued-
True to form, I was a little late getting around on Friday. This time I had a good excuse... Thursday evening I was NOT on call but ended up staying at the clinic until 9pm or something. A horse had cut his leg and the owners brought it in at closing time (not the owners' fault, it was just related to when they found the horse). The vet on call had a meeting, so little miss Claire ends up with the case.
The people were nice, the horse didn't try to kick me, and the laceration was easy to stitch together. Really, I kinda liked the case. The exciting part came when it was time to load the horse and it WOULD NOT do so. We tried the various tricks, and none worked. Eventually the horse's trainer showed up, meant business, and got the horse in the trailer. Which only occurred AFTER the horse broke a lead rope and flipped over backwards right next to the main road (thankfully the horse had sense to stand still instead of running into the middle of the road). I am a woos and do not like situations like this. Dude, why not just move the trailer away from the road?
After the horse was loaded and I had written up my chart, bla, bla, I went to get some food. It was around 10 pm by the time I was done shopping, and I was very, very weary. I was standing somewhat dazed in the check-out line, and a lady asked me what I did for a living. I told her I was a "veterinarian." It wasn't until later when she commented/asked whether "we treat everything naturally, don't we?" that I realized she thought I said I was a "vegetarian", not a "veterinarian." She started trying to sell me some sort of attorney insurance to use in case of identity theft. She was trying to sell it to me as we were bagging our groceries, and this was slowing down the line, and I was getting rather irritated. I become rather uncomfortable when I feel that I am making a scene or holding others up. My brain was in no state to be considering the purchase of attorney insurance
I handed back her business card, and told her I would be very unlikely to purchase this insurance. It seemed that she became irritated at me, and bade me a good day in an ultra-polite manner. She then went rapidly out of the store and could be seen skipping behind the grocery cart to her car.
I was worried, I will admit, that perhaps she would try to steal my identity out of spite (it was 10 pm and my brain wasn't working very well). So I decidedly to kindly wish her a good night, or something... and then we ended up talking for a significant time. As "fate" would have it, our cars were parked right next to each other. I think she was really rather harmless, but very pushy and (in her own words) very passionate about the insurance.
So... I didn't get to bed until rather late and hence my Friday also commenced in a tardy fashion.
-To be continued-
posted by Claire at 20:59
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