Yes, I know it's been a while. And I'm sorry. Let's see, the last we left off was Halloween. I'm still seeing that guy Jonny that I met at that party. Not very often, but we still hang out. I'm not sure where that's going. When I don't see someone often, I get bored and we're certainly not an official "item" or anything. So, I'm just taking it as it comes. I like him, but I'm not sure I'm excited about him, or that he's excited about me. We saw Apocalypto the other night. Very good movie, but very violent and bloody. And certain parts were very fake (the animals especially) that sort of took you out of the moment, but all in all, worth seeing.
My friends Lara and A and I had Thanksgiving at A's house. We did a sort of pot luck thing, I brought my dogs over to play with his dog, and we watched The Chronicles of Narnia. It was a very calm and relaxing Thanksgiving.
After about the last 3 months of thinking about it, I've decided to quit my job and look for something closer to home. The commute and the hours were hard on me and my animals. I worked 4 10-hr days, but since my commute was about 45 minutes each way, I'd be gone from my house for 12-13 hours at a time, and Greta was getting bored and started to destroy my house. It started out with her dog toys and ripping up her dog beds. Annoying, but at least she wasn't hurting my stuff. Then she started chewing on the wicker thing I have. Then the rocking chair that I've had for many years. Then the staircase wood, and then the kitchen cabinet! That was the last straw and I've had to crate her for all the time I'm at work and that made me feel bad. She loves her crate, but 13 hours of being locked in a box with no water or access to the outside? Not a good situation.
Also, the long hours away from home and lack of sleep was making me lazy and not want to do anything. On my days off I found myself trying to catch up on sleep, and the lack of activity is making me fat. I'm not fitting into my clothes and that's making me depressed! The job itself was stressful and, let me tell ya, specialty vet clinics draw in crazy people. They are demanding and clingy and mean. Ok, not all of them, but a lot more than in general practice. Also, I'm a little bored with only dealing with dogs w/ diabetes, Addison's or Cushings disease, post-op dogs and dogs with vomiting/diarrhea. I miss seeing the healthy animals and puppies/kittens for their shots and annual exams. It will be nice to not come home with disgusting bodily fluids on my scrubs every single day.
So, I have a probable job lined up - I just have my working interview with them tomorrow morning. I'll get to see how they practice medicine, and if we work well with each other. It's only 7 minutes from my house and that means I get to sleep in a little, go to bed a little earlier and go home for lunch to let the dogs out. A much better situation....
AND, now that I hopefully won't be so exhausted when I'm home, I'll update this thing a little more regularly.
Already, I've gone on a clearing out the crap in my house and reorganize the closets rampage. I'm leaving the guest bedroom for last - that's going to be the hardest, and the one that most needs it! That's where all the junk ends up.
Anyway, I will try to be a better blogger - if I were the type to make New Year's Resolutions, that would be it...