#work tails

i get to work, i need to take my boss's dog into the vet bc he's off getting our quarantine kids fixed and accidentally overscheduled himself. okay, no big deal.

i forget to grab the fecal samples from the fridge (that have been sitting in there for like a week when we usually get them done the same day we take the sample) on my way to the vet, so i have to go back with them after work

after vet trip round 2 i park downtown to order some holiday stuff over the phone so the fiancee doesnt hear the call. as soon as i hang up with the place, a UPS truck stops in the road right behind me, blocking me in, and the guy has to deliver packages to like every business on the block so im stuck there for another ten minutes.

i FINALLY get home. i sit down for a few minutes. THEN I GET A DISPATCH CALL about a stray, so BACK TO WORK I GO.

the people with the stray dont even show up for like twenty minutes. they finally get there, i get the dog checked in, yadda yadda.

the dog is a shih tzu. i have to poke her for one intake vaccine and shoot stuff up her nose for the other. she does not like it. i wrestle with her for at least forty minutes before she finally gives up.

i finish up the paperwork and stuff, log my hours, and am picking up to go home. when an old guy pulls up to the back door. i quickly throw my mask back on, which is now covered in dog hair from the struggle with the stray. i get a mouthful of dog hair.

he walks in. he is surprised to see me standing there, which tells me he knows this is the back door. common sense says he knows he should be coming in through the front door for things, meaning he likely knew we were closed. he hands me some donations and asks to see the dogs.

i tell him no, we're closed. he asks about the different dogs we have right now. begrudgingly i tell him.

"so can i see the dogs? :)"

NO. WE ARE FUCKING CLOSED. I WOULDNT EVEN BE HERE IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT IVE BEEN WRESTLING THIS STRAY FOR CLOSE TO AN HOUR. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME TWO HOURS AGO AND IM NOT. GO AWAY.

Child: fleas lay eggs!?

Mother: *looking at medicine, ignoring child*

Child: *keeps repeating, sometimes to self sometimes to mother* fleas lay eggs... Fleas lay eggs??? Mom fleas lay eggs??

Me: *about to step in and ask if they need help and explain to the child, yes, fleas lay eggs. I begin to walk over*

Mother: *speaks before I am able to* yes, fleas lay eggs. ALL animals lay eggs, honey, you see-