You would think that by working in a brand-new, state-of-the-art veterinary hospital, there would be no real big problems. Well, working in this place has thrown that childish fantasy out the window.
Yesterday, a group of crazy cats - and by cats, I mean Mexicans, showed up to begin demolition of the dog kennel floor. For the SECOND TIME! What's that you say? Isn't your clinic brand-new?
Why yes. It is. It seems that the crazy cats that poured the concrete slab didn't realize that water flows downhill. Odd, I know.
Long story short, the water has been flowing away from the drains. This was quickly realized about 1-2 days after the first slab was poured. So they jackhammered the every living crap out of it and started anew.
Same song, different verse.
So here we are at the present time. Yesterday they started out by using a gas-powered saw to cut up the slab, so that it can later be jackhammered out. Well, if you remember from your chemistry class, the burning of petroleum produces some noxious/lethal fumes. And if you also remember, this is a veterinary clinic, which is filled with assorted living things*.
Words cannot describe to you the horrible headache I had first from the fumes, and secondly from the incessant jackhammering. Well, they workers decided yesterday that an hour's worth of jackhammering was enough for the day, and they promptly left at 3:30 PM. Not a bad gig if you can get it.
So this morning, they continued their work. This time they had to use the gas-powered saw for about 3 hours straight! I'm gonna say that I about died. It didn't take us long for all of our employees to move outside for the morning. I ended up taking a chair, my laptop, and a coffee and hung out with the cute and fuzzy puppies in the fume-free zone. Plus, it was air-conditioned, and oddly enough the outdoors is not.
As of this writing, they have been jackhammering for about 4 hours straight. Four bloody hours!!! My head is a bit fuzzy and pounding. Kind of like, oh I don't know, a JACKHAMMER!!!
And another thing...Our phones are dead. Yep. And Verizon said that they'd be fixed by 1:30 PM today. It's now 2:20, and they still ain't fixed. Shocking.
Calgon, take me away!**
Anyway, I hope that my head will stop pounding soon, along with the pounding in my ears. This would be pretty laughable, if it weren't so dang frustrating. Annie, my parents, Bubba, Bubba's wife, their daughter, and I are all going to watch the basement-dwelling Texas Rangers to bid them farewell for another season. I'm a sucker for punishment. At least there's always the Dallas Cowboys! How 'bout them Cowboys!
Keep on keepin' on.
*Luckily for the cute and fuzzy creatures, they were moved to a "fume-free" area of the hospital. Calm down there PETA.
** How is that for quoting a 20-something year old commercial!
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