Apparantely, I cannot hold down a job for longer than about a week or so, because as of the first of the year, I'll be not working at the new clinic. I have decided to branch out and search for another place to work.
It does make me wonder about what in the heck I really want in a job.
This last one pretty much ended because my boss, or former boss, told me that he would pay me certain benefits. He apparently forgot to mention that he had no intention to actually pay said benefits. That kind of information might have been useful to tell me BEFORE I started working there! But I digress.
I now have about 3.5 job offers from 4 different clinics. One of which I am working at for the first time. I'm not quite sure about it either. It ain't bad, it's just not great. Plus, it's realy small and I can't fathom how they would fit 3 vets in this motha.
On a different note, Bean's dog tore her ACL and had surgery to repair it on Monday. She has been pretty dang stressed about the ordeal. Poor kid. Hang in there Bean.
Well I'm about to jet.
Keep on keepin' on.
2 comments:
You could always go back to the life of professional Pimp N !! Pay is good.. and there is always entertainment readily available.
Yeah, that might not be a bad idea. Ahh, the good ole days.
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