All By My Lonesome

Bean left on Thursday to visit an old childhood friend. Her and her mom are visiting the friends in Phoenix until late tomorrow night. Then Bean will be gone to New York from Monday to Thursday evening. So, I will be all by myself for about 8 days. Sniff, sniff*.

Thursday night one of my vet friends, his wife and I went to the pitiful Texas Rangers game. Our seats were awesome though: 24th row right behind home plate. I mean right behind home plate. They weren't off to one side or the other. It was the best seats that I've ever had. And they were FREE! We even got free season ticket parking. Not a bad time...except that we left after only 7 innings because the Rangers were getting creamed 11-2. Not much point in staying any longer, especially since all 3 of us had to work the next morning.

I finished work today by seeing a grand total of 3 patients today, of which only 1 was a legitimate one. The other 2 were boarding dogs that, had we been closed today, would have come in yesterday, and I would have examined them on Friday.

The 1 patient that I legitimately saw today took me about 10 minutes to see, and gained us about $240. So, we really only made about that much today. Considering that my salary alone cost us more than that, methinks that being open on Saturdays is not such a good idea. I hate being open on Saturdays, although it's not bad since it's so dang slooooow overall.

Having a veterinary clinic open on Saturdays is pretty pointless nowadays. Unless you are in a rural area, or doing a mixed animal practice, there really is not a point to being open then. It's pretty hard to make it work financially, although many vets think that it does. And that, in my opinion, is wrong thinking.

Enough about the rant. Sorry.

I'm gonna crash now.**

Keep on keepin on.

* Bring out the stripper's pole, the body oils, and the mud wrestling pit, cuz Daddy's gonna have a PARTY!!

** Another big benefit of being open on Saturdays is that by the time that I'm finished with work, which is around 12:30 or so, I'm so freakin' tired from the week that I'm toast until about 5 or 6 o'clock. It thereby takes out a full day, and not just a 1/2 day like most people think. It's a sweet two-for-one deal. And I don't much like it very much.