sorry for the long hiatus.

Lots of things went on--we went to two amazing weddings, one in CT and one in northern CA.  I'll post some pics and more on those later.  Both weddings were great, both couples are good friends and awesome couples.

I started my new job at the emergency animal hospital a few weeks ago.  It's... going.  It's not bad, it has just taken some getting used to.  I know a great deal about general practice medicine but not as much on the emergency front.  Basically I feel like I'm a shitty emergency technician because there is a lot I don't know.  Lots of new drugs I've never used before, procedures I'm not familiar with, etc, which leaves me asking lots of questions.  There are also basic, simple things that every hospital does differently that I'm still figuring out.  Some of my bosses/coworkers seem to like me, some don't.   Which I guess is normal at such a big place with so many people.  My plan is just to be super nice and see what happens.

I'm also adjusting to the weird hours.  I'm working a lot of later shifts, like sometimes until midnight or 1 AM.  But I'm also working some morning shifts.  My sleep is all fucked up.

I also briefly took a second job at a small private practice.  I interviewed there over a month ago, assumed I didn't get the job, and then out of the blue got a phone call offering me the position.  I'm only at the emergency place part-time, so I figured I would try out this place a couple of days a week.  After my second day there, I realized it wasn't for me so I called and quit on the phone.  It seemed to me like they wanted more of a kennel aid than a veterinary technician--someone to do laundry and fecal parasite tests and cleaning.  And the other techs there seemed unhappy.  AND:  The owner didn't even provide the lead gloves that are required by law to protect employees from getting cancer when they take x-rays.  Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck that.  What an asshole!  I'm tempted to report them.  What makes me even angrier, though, is that the other technicians there accept it.  I mean, that's like having sex without a condom with someone who you know has an STD.  And doing it for $12 an hour or whatever.

As far as anything else, I've kind of been sitting around feeling sorry for myself all day/week/month for two reasons:

1.   I'm really homesick for North Carolina.  I really miss my family and wish I could be there to see my little nephew grow up.  I really miss my sister and wish we could be super close again.  I wish I could have a closer relationship with my brother, his wife, and my dad.

2.  I don't have a single fucking friend in San Diego.  This is such bullshit.  Moving across the country sucks.  Don't even get me started.  I feel like I should just go buy a bunch of yarn and some more cats, and board up my windows, and knit and hang out with my cats all by myself for the next 60 years.  Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a fucking cockroach infestation and they can keep me company too.

On a lighter note, here is a picture of my cats on neighborhood watch duty:

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