Hi,

Sorry I went away for a while. School got really difficult and it became do I blog or do I study? So I chose studying. I still ended up dropping the class at the last minute because I was failing and I have to have a certain GPA to get into the Vet Tech Program and if I failed the class it would have totally tanked my GPA for that. Microbiology fucking sucks. I talked to a councilor about numerous things, the main reason was for my test anxiety and getting help with that (a quiet room and more time). I brought up how hard I was finding the class and I was told that I wasn’t alone, microbiology is one of the hardest classes that the college offers. It can take people 2 times to get through it, so I didn’t feel as bad.

I’m going to go back to school in September, when school starts again. But I’m going to give my brain a science break and focus on math. But math is going to be hard, but at least I have Poppa who will be able to help me with it. Its going to be 5 units for the class and then 2.5 for the support class I’ll have to take with it. There’s no schedule, its all online. I really struggle with self pace kind of class. But hopefully I’ll pass and then just have to take microbiology again.

Work has been…. difficult to say the least with the work school life balance. The treatment area is just high school drama and bull shit. I’m working more up front in reception where people are closer to my age and over the drama and bull shit of the back too. We’ve hired a new person, V, and she is slow and does everything she can not to be there and work. And she’s never there to help close or open, at least on the days I’m there. We had the RTV S quit because she didn’t get along with RVT A, but she’s coming back next month. We’ll see for how long. I’m not getting along with S that is still there. I don’t know what I’ve ever done to her, but I caught her bitching about me one Friday to another tech when I went back to get some dog food. She obviously didn’t know I was there, or didn’t care.

Oh! Good and sad news about work. One of the reception doggies, Dottie, passed away while I was not blogging or just after I stopped. So we now have a British Bull Dog puppy named Sebastian, or Bash, or as I like to call him, Potato. Because he looks like a potato with legs. He’s going to be big, his paws are huge and he drives the other dog, Benny, mad. I was playing with Bash on Friday, tug of war, and then Benny would come up and grab the toy out of my hand and play with Bash. One day Bash is going to win the tug of war because he has alligators jaws and he’s just going to be bigger. But until then Benny shall win.

Because I’m working up front more and not running around doing as much/everything in the back I’ve gained more weight, which I didn’t want. Fiks has a gym program through work, so we’re going to try that to get me a gym membership somewhere local. My poor Fiks. I don’t think I can talk about what’s going on at his work, but its bad. They are expecting the impossible when there is no way to deliver it.

I applied for a job at a horse vet. Its the vet that we took Gucci to when he got really sick. I knew that I blew the interview portion of the job as soon as I hopped back into my truck, but I had hoped that I did good enough on the practical that it would get me through, but obviously not. Oh well, maybe, since its like my *dream clinic* I’ll apply after tech school and get the job.

My Mom got really sick. She went into the hospital and then she’s currently in a physical rehab facility. We go and visit her every day, and call her, so she’s not totally alone. I feel bad because she’s had 3 room mates come and go while she’s been there, and she hasn’t been there that long. But she gets to jail break next week for a few hours and then she gets to come home in the middle of the week.

I’m still playing D&D with my group. We finished the campaign we were on when I was last blogging a month or so ago. Maybe closer to two because we didn’t play for a few weeks. But I am now playing a necromancer, which I’ve always wanted to play. I feel more comfortable with using spells as more of a primary weapon, and I’m not an archer for once, so I can’t kill people at long range anymore. I have to get in and fight if I want to whack anything with my stick.

Okay, well, that’s it for this week. I’m going to try to get into the swing of doing this again.

~ Just keep swimming ~