I survived the Rascal Flatts concert. I was correct on my prediction about the average age of the attendees. There were a LOT of teenage girls there. Here's something kinda funny. Bean got a survey about the concert, and one of the questions was about how much $ was spent in drinks at the concert. We spent about $17, on 2 beers and a coke. I woulda bought another 1-2 beers, but the cut everyone off about 30 minutes into the concert.
I would love to know the difference in "beverage sales" between this concert and lets say a Metallica concert in the same venue. I bet that the difference would be at least 3 times higher. There ain't exactly a lot of 13 year olds in the building able to buy beer, and just how many cokes can one person drink in a night anyway?
Just my mule brain, pondering random things.
On the work front, business is picking up. We will have over double the projected gross for both the month of June and July. Not too shabby, methinks, although we are gonna be about 10% short of my goal for this month. But hey, I ain't complaining.
It is gonna be difficult to predict the next 1-3 months though. The kids will start going back to school towards the end of the month, so that means that a lot of $$$ will be spent on new school supplies and not on taking care of Fluffy and Fido.
I'm getting pretty dang excited about football season starting, especially since I'll get a shot to make it to 1-2 Aggie games this year. Good times. Should be muy bueno. We'll see how this year is gonna roll out. It's sure be sweet to watch the Aggies take the Big 12, but I'm not exactly sure that it is a realistic expectation. Who knows?
That's it for now. I don't have a ton to write about today.
Keep on keepin' on.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Pray For Me
Bean and I are off to see the band Rascal Flatts. Pray for me. I will be one of about 6 men in the entire place. No lie. The rest of the population will be 1: female and 2: with an average age of about 14.23.
Keep on keepin' on.
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ain't No Cure For The Summertime Blues
All is quiet on the western front. Yesterday and today have been pretty slow, which has been kinda nice change of pace. Now, if only we had a receptionist, I'd be really happy.
Not a heckuva lot to report about. I'm pretty dang tired though, so that may have something to do with my lack of writing. Plus methinks I may be getting a wee sick. No bueno.
I had an interesting thing happen to me yesterday. One of my kennel workers asked to see me in the boarding area. We get there and she manages to get out about 1 syllable before crying. And I don't mean just a few tears, I mean crying. She finally calms down and and starts talking coherently.
No let me back this up by giving you a little bit of background 411 on her. She is a 19 year old girl back at home from college. She decided that she wants to be a vet, so she thought that working at one would be fun. She started in mid-May, with the job of kennel girl. Her hours are from 8:00 A.M. to 1:00 P.M. on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. She has already missed about 6 days of work this summer for assorted reasons. And our clinic is just starting up, so there haven't been too many dogs being boarded either. Basically, her job is a cinch.
Now back to my tale. She is upset because she has to...gasp...clean kennels. She has been doing this the entire time that she has been employed here, but for some unknown reason, it's not "fun" anymore. I told her that she needed to talk to our boss about her complaints, since I addressed as much as I possibly could.
She said that she had a cold, and wanted to leave an hour early yesterday, so I let her. I think that she was sick, but it also probably has a lot to do with her not wanting to work.
Then this morning, she calls in sick. Thankfully, we had another kennel girl that came in to cover for her.
I really don't understand why she was sooooo upset. It's not that the job changed any. It's still the same job.
As far as employees, we have 3 kennel workers. Assuming that Crying Girl is quitting as of today, that leaves us with 2. And 1 of them has to quit starting August 1st, leaving us with 1. He will have to quit starting about the 10th or so. In other words, we gonna be needin' some help soon.
Keep on keepin' on.
Not a heckuva lot to report about. I'm pretty dang tired though, so that may have something to do with my lack of writing. Plus methinks I may be getting a wee sick. No bueno.
I had an interesting thing happen to me yesterday. One of my kennel workers asked to see me in the boarding area. We get there and she manages to get out about 1 syllable before crying. And I don't mean just a few tears, I mean crying. She finally calms down and and starts talking coherently.
No let me back this up by giving you a little bit of background 411 on her. She is a 19 year old girl back at home from college. She decided that she wants to be a vet, so she thought that working at one would be fun. She started in mid-May, with the job of kennel girl. Her hours are from 8:00 A.M. to 1:00 P.M. on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. She has already missed about 6 days of work this summer for assorted reasons. And our clinic is just starting up, so there haven't been too many dogs being boarded either. Basically, her job is a cinch.
Now back to my tale. She is upset because she has to...gasp...clean kennels. She has been doing this the entire time that she has been employed here, but for some unknown reason, it's not "fun" anymore. I told her that she needed to talk to our boss about her complaints, since I addressed as much as I possibly could.
She said that she had a cold, and wanted to leave an hour early yesterday, so I let her. I think that she was sick, but it also probably has a lot to do with her not wanting to work.
Then this morning, she calls in sick. Thankfully, we had another kennel girl that came in to cover for her.
I really don't understand why she was sooooo upset. It's not that the job changed any. It's still the same job.
As far as employees, we have 3 kennel workers. Assuming that Crying Girl is quitting as of today, that leaves us with 2. And 1 of them has to quit starting August 1st, leaving us with 1. He will have to quit starting about the 10th or so. In other words, we gonna be needin' some help soon.
Keep on keepin' on.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Another Day, Another Dolla
One thing that has drastically changed since I started this full-time gig, is my $$$ situation, and not in a positive way. Now it's pretty much like there is too much month and the end of the paycheck. Bummer. I'm pretty much outta cash until the next pay period. No bueno.
I'm pretty ready for the Land Flowing With Positive Cash Flow, so that I'll actually be able to live in a place that shouldn't be condemned. Well, my place ain't exactly that bad, but it makes for a better story, doesn't it?
I had a very, very interesting turn of events lately. The lady from this post called on Friday, demanding that I prescribe her dog a wide variety of Class II narcotics (that's stuff like morphine and other good juice like that). She also wanted the injectable kind, a BIG no-no. She called at 4:45 P.M., and as luck would have it, I avoided the phone call because I was about to go into surgery. I proceeded to tell my Kennel Manager, who had been taking the phone calls, that I would not prescribe those kinds of medications to her dog who hadn't eaten in the last 3 days, is pooping and peeing all over himself, hasn't been able to walk more than 2 steps for multiple months because of SEVERE hip dysplasia, howls all day and night long, doesn't sleep very much because of the howling, is blind, and is about 25% underweight.
So about 5-8 phone calls later made to us by the owner, I answered the phone at about 5:58 P.M. (we close at 6), and it was her on the other line. And she was not happy that I wouldn't give her the drugs that she wanted.
I asked her about the dog's quality of life. She really didn't like me asking that, because she responded by saying, "I won't have you push me into euthanizing him!" I then told her that I was merely asking her about what she thought about her beloveds quality of life (which is clearly non-existent) and she told me that she still thought that the dog still had it. And Muslims aren't blowing things up around the world either. I get it. I get it.
She is by all "common sense" definitions committing cruelty to her dog, although not legally, which gave me no options to confiscate the dog.
This is pretty much a woman that is in complete denial about the real situation that her dog is in, which is very close to dead. She adamantly refuses to humanely handle this situation, because of the following crazy math:
1) She thinks that 1 Dog Life = 1 Human Life, or 1DL = 1HL.
2) She accordingly thinks that Euthanasia of Dog = Murder of Human, or EoD = MoH.
3) So, my mathematically challenged friends, our 2 formulas combined gives us this: (DL + HL)(EoD + MoH) = 1 LCTARFOMOS or 1 Lady Crazier Than A Room Full Of Monkeys On Speed.
All in all, it's a very sad situation. Sad for the dog who is suffering a long and painful death. Sad for the owner who has a very unhealthy attachment to her dog. She has no kids, and has never had any kids, and she is putting that maternal instinct erroneously into her dog. It's one thing to think of your dog as your "kid", but it's another thing altogether to really, really believe that the dog is your kid.
She told me that she just wanted "a few more days with him." She wanted him painfree and able to sleep. I informed her that the only way that was possible was to be completely asleep from drugs (which is impossible for her to do).
I eventually told her that she would be better served by a veterinary specialist, because I can't give her the medicines or treatment that the dog needs. FYI, the dog needs an entirely new body.
So, as of 5:53 PM, we haven't heard from here since the Saturday call. Thank God.
Keep on keepin' on.
I'm pretty ready for the Land Flowing With Positive Cash Flow, so that I'll actually be able to live in a place that shouldn't be condemned. Well, my place ain't exactly that bad, but it makes for a better story, doesn't it?
I had a very, very interesting turn of events lately. The lady from this post called on Friday, demanding that I prescribe her dog a wide variety of Class II narcotics (that's stuff like morphine and other good juice like that). She also wanted the injectable kind, a BIG no-no. She called at 4:45 P.M., and as luck would have it, I avoided the phone call because I was about to go into surgery. I proceeded to tell my Kennel Manager, who had been taking the phone calls, that I would not prescribe those kinds of medications to her dog who hadn't eaten in the last 3 days, is pooping and peeing all over himself, hasn't been able to walk more than 2 steps for multiple months because of SEVERE hip dysplasia, howls all day and night long, doesn't sleep very much because of the howling, is blind, and is about 25% underweight.
So about 5-8 phone calls later made to us by the owner, I answered the phone at about 5:58 P.M. (we close at 6), and it was her on the other line. And she was not happy that I wouldn't give her the drugs that she wanted.
I asked her about the dog's quality of life. She really didn't like me asking that, because she responded by saying, "I won't have you push me into euthanizing him!" I then told her that I was merely asking her about what she thought about her beloveds quality of life (which is clearly non-existent) and she told me that she still thought that the dog still had it. And Muslims aren't blowing things up around the world either. I get it. I get it.
She is by all "common sense" definitions committing cruelty to her dog, although not legally, which gave me no options to confiscate the dog.
This is pretty much a woman that is in complete denial about the real situation that her dog is in, which is very close to dead. She adamantly refuses to humanely handle this situation, because of the following crazy math:
1) She thinks that 1 Dog Life = 1 Human Life, or 1DL = 1HL.
2) She accordingly thinks that Euthanasia of Dog = Murder of Human, or EoD = MoH.
3) So, my mathematically challenged friends, our 2 formulas combined gives us this: (DL + HL)(EoD + MoH) = 1 LCTARFOMOS or 1 Lady Crazier Than A Room Full Of Monkeys On Speed.
All in all, it's a very sad situation. Sad for the dog who is suffering a long and painful death. Sad for the owner who has a very unhealthy attachment to her dog. She has no kids, and has never had any kids, and she is putting that maternal instinct erroneously into her dog. It's one thing to think of your dog as your "kid", but it's another thing altogether to really, really believe that the dog is your kid.
She told me that she just wanted "a few more days with him." She wanted him painfree and able to sleep. I informed her that the only way that was possible was to be completely asleep from drugs (which is impossible for her to do).
I eventually told her that she would be better served by a veterinary specialist, because I can't give her the medicines or treatment that the dog needs. FYI, the dog needs an entirely new body.
So, as of 5:53 PM, we haven't heard from here since the Saturday call. Thank God.
Keep on keepin' on.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
My Life
I'm so sorry to my 2.278 readers out there for not posting since Juneteenth.
Highlights of my life since the last post:
1. Work has been pretty dang busy. We still don't have a receptionist, cuz me boss doesn't want to pay for one as of now. I'm getting pretty burned out though with doing a lot of the receptionist duties.
I also almost got hanged by another vet from another city. Long story, and the details are sketchy, but the point is that I did everything right, but another vet (who hasn't seen the dog since Sept '06) told the owner that I did something wrong. That's pretty much illegal and making a diagnosis over the phone. Not cool. So the owner was upset (and I would be too if I was in her shoes) and thought that I had messed up. I didn't, and because the owner actually screwed up, it cost them about $1800 at the emergency clinic. Fun, fun, fun.
2. I'm pretty much finished with my apartment. It's still pretty ghetto, but it's home. The really weird thing is that I actually like this apartment the best of all. Well, at least the way that all my stuff is organized, and the way that my pictures are hung on the wall. I've pretty much decorated my pad with photos that I've taken, which is kinda nice. I just realized the other day that I haven't signed any of them. You never know, I could be famous someday.
3. Bean is an aunt again. Her oldest sister just had a baby boy. So Bean is in Austin now, oogling over him. Good for her.
4. My brother's wedding is rapidly approaching. It's 2 months away now. And I still have to plan the bachelor party. This is just too much stress!
5. I think that Big & Rich should be taken to a dark alley and...well, you know. The song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" has got to be one of the worst songs of all time. Period. They should be arrested and hung. No trial. No jury. Just an express lane to the gallows.
6. I've been uber-busy today. I'm working relief again at a clinic I've worked at before. I've been busier than a 1-armed paper hanger. Maybe working today wasn't such a good idea.
Peace out. Keep on keepin' on.
Highlights of my life since the last post:
1. Work has been pretty dang busy. We still don't have a receptionist, cuz me boss doesn't want to pay for one as of now. I'm getting pretty burned out though with doing a lot of the receptionist duties.
I also almost got hanged by another vet from another city. Long story, and the details are sketchy, but the point is that I did everything right, but another vet (who hasn't seen the dog since Sept '06) told the owner that I did something wrong. That's pretty much illegal and making a diagnosis over the phone. Not cool. So the owner was upset (and I would be too if I was in her shoes) and thought that I had messed up. I didn't, and because the owner actually screwed up, it cost them about $1800 at the emergency clinic. Fun, fun, fun.
2. I'm pretty much finished with my apartment. It's still pretty ghetto, but it's home. The really weird thing is that I actually like this apartment the best of all. Well, at least the way that all my stuff is organized, and the way that my pictures are hung on the wall. I've pretty much decorated my pad with photos that I've taken, which is kinda nice. I just realized the other day that I haven't signed any of them. You never know, I could be famous someday.
3. Bean is an aunt again. Her oldest sister just had a baby boy. So Bean is in Austin now, oogling over him. Good for her.
4. My brother's wedding is rapidly approaching. It's 2 months away now. And I still have to plan the bachelor party. This is just too much stress!
5. I think that Big & Rich should be taken to a dark alley and...well, you know. The song "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" has got to be one of the worst songs of all time. Period. They should be arrested and hung. No trial. No jury. Just an express lane to the gallows.
6. I've been uber-busy today. I'm working relief again at a clinic I've worked at before. I've been busier than a 1-armed paper hanger. Maybe working today wasn't such a good idea.
Peace out. Keep on keepin' on.
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