When It Rains...

Thanks again to all of my readers for checking in on my last post! As some of you know, recent months have found me riding the bus and car pooling with my wife to school due to a torrent or mechanical problems with my trusty Isuzu SUV. It all started with a simple $300 timing belt that broke and eventually turned into a $2500 timing belt, 12 intake and 12 exhaust valves, a water pump, fuel pressure regulator, alternator, and battery. FINALLY, I thought, it was done and my life could resume some semblance of normality. I found, to my chagrin, that life had another curve ball to hurl my direction;

Recently, at the clinic I work at, some of the employees have had their hours drastically cut in an effort to "stay ahead of these uncertain economic times". Mine were reduced to 8 hours a week. Not exactly a salary that will pay the bills! So, I threw in the towel. I gave my notice and have spent the last few days calling every veterinary hospital in town to see if they're hiring technicians. However, there is a catch: recently, a giant, not-to-be-named wal-mart esq veterinary hospital suddenly went tits up. That put about 60 veterinary techs into the job market, thus making it very competitive for me to be able to secure a position at a new clinic.
So, I'm going for the shotgun effect: taking my resume to every single clinic here in the Salt Lake Valley in hopes that it will catch someone's eye.


On another note, I had the most bizarre dream the other day. I have never considered myself as a visionary man, so whenever I have a dream that I can remember, it is usually worth a laugh or two!

In my dream, I was a veterinarian (duh). I was doing a routine physical exam on a puppy and all of a sudden I sneezed. Now anyone who listened to their mother knows that when you sneeze, your eyes close so they don't pop out of your head, right? So, after I opened my eyes, the puppy had disappeared! Where could the little fella be? I could see it so vividly in my mind's eye: the image of a small, quivering puppy hiding in a dark corner somewhere in the clinic after being scared by my freight train like sneeze. The strange thing was, my concern wasn't for the well-being of the little dog, but the fact that if someone didn't find him right away, he'd probably starve to death and would stink up the whole clinic! (Macabre, I know!) So, I frantically set about to find the dog, albeit in vain, and eventually woke up.

I told my wife about the dream and she said that during the night, I had abruptly sat up and exclaimed, "Are you freaking kidding me? Where is it?" after which I circled the bed several times, both standing and on my hands and knees, probing under the bed, looking for heavens knows what.

It must be a good omen, though, that I'm already such a great vet that I can do it in my sleep! :) Thanks for reading and best wishes to all!