ugggggh
Saturday mornings are the worst mornings ever created to work at Gill Animal Hospital.But only if you are working with someone who doesn't come in the back to help you. Which I am in approximately seven hours and thirty-six minutes.
...In other news, I'm working Saturday morning and afternoon, Sunday morning and afternoon, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Oh please help me through this week. If I am grumpy, please excuse it.
uuuuugggghhhh...just let me finish this weekend...the week won't be bad. Sunday- I'm working with a new guy named "Kevin" (not that one, unfortunately.) who "might be a freshman," but nobody really knows how old he is. And he isn't working for money. And I asked three people about him only to get a "man, I feel sorry for you" look when I told them that I was working with him on Sunday morning and afternoon. Eh.
Alright, well...I guess I should go to sleep or something? Afterall, the sooner I go to sleep, the sooner this weekend can be OVER. Seven hours and thirty-three minutes until hell...oh, er, I mean Saturday morning work.
-Meredith
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