Night at the Kennels
Oct. 14th, 2007 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylUpdatey-datey: Appreciation gift card for kind stranger: Delivered. Finally we can cross him off our Karma to-do list.
Raise: 3/4 of the way there. Let's just say the words "effective 10/15" appeared in a recent email to yours truly. Shannon rocks very hard, and I'll hear nothing to the contrary. (At the risk of raining on my own parade, my rate went from 0.08 cents a line to 0.0823 -- essentially 30 cents an hour. But it's still about the principle.)
~*~
Weekend at the kennels was full of all kinds of excitement, mostly of the human variety; which is precisely what I work third shift to avoid.
Friday night I had to call the police because I suspected the homeless guy was back in the vacant lot behind the exercise yard. Tery spent the whole week trying to get him to move on, partly because the property is owned by the hospital and people sleeping back there doesn't make the best first impression for prospective employees; but mostly because apparently he's fond of getting drunk almost to the point of blacking out, sitting back there and smoking cigarettes with an oil lantern -- absolutely not cool. I'm as sympathetic a liberal as you can imagine, but if sleeping in a field isn't enough of a kick in the ass to get your shit together, then nothing will be.
I tried to find a compassionate term to use to the police. Their word is "transients," a trifle ironic considering he keeps returning. During the week they had forced him to move on. Friday night they called me back to report that he "wasn't doing any harm" so they let him be. Tery was less than pleased to hear about this. She wanted me to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't set fire to the place. I told her I'd love to, but they haven't yet installed a security monitor downstairs despite my daily insistence, and I had too much work to do to sit upstairs all night.
Then last night someone rang the doorbell at 11:00. I thought it might have been the cops following up, so I ran up to open the door, checking the monitor first (I'm no dummy). It was some guy in a navy blue baseball cap, could have been a cop, but I was wary. I yelled at him through the thick door, "What is it, who are you?" Brusque yes, but I find people on my doorstep in the middle of the night unsettling in any circumstance. He waved at me amicably, as if that's all it would take for me to unlock the door. He drawled something at me, but whether it was from his Southern accent or slight inebriation was hard to tell.
"What did you say? We're closed," I yelled at him.
"I know horses," he slurred.
"You know horses?" I was perplexed. It seemed a bit late for job hunting.
"I've got a coupla horses in Commerce City, I need help," he clarified.
Commerce City is probably 30 minutes from our hospital, and there must be two dozen vets between. I didn't see a vehicle in the driveway that might have been his. Putting aside the fact that I'm basically a janitor with a smattering of medical knowledge, did he expect me to go pick up his ailing horses in my Honda Civic?
I indicated the 24-hour emergency number posted right below our office hours that he could call. When it became obvious that I wasn't unlocking the door for him, he flounced off the entryway angrily, not even sparing the emergency number a glance. Even though I saw him board the city bus that came by shortly after, I found it pretty damn hard to relax all night.
I should have felt safer, considering I had this handsome man with me:
This is Nevarre. The spelling's a bit off, but I suspect the owners are fans of the movie Ladyhawke. However, it rained all night and, despite having the biggest, thickest coat in the house, Nevarre huddled by my leg for protection, actually flinching when I forced him out into the slight drizzle to do his thing. I don't know what good he would be against intruders if he can't deal with a little moisture.
On the way home I was starving, so I stopped at Burger King drive-thru for some breakfast. I ordered my usual milk to drink, and foolishly started driving. It had an impenetrable seal under the cap -- I mean there was no getting into it, certainly not while operating a vehicle. There was a flap on one side, the purpose of which I couldn't discern since it did precious little to help lift the foil. I couldn't even poke my finger through it. I had to pull over to wrestle with it, and then had to stop my engine so I could stab a key through it. Christ in a teacup. How is THIS convenient, "fast" food? And after all that, the portion of liquid inside was barely enough to coat my throat. BK milk: D-.
~*~
Tery's comment on the addition of Nichelle Nichols (Star Trek's Lt. Uhura) to the Heroes cast, which already includes George "Sulu" Takei: Next thing you know Shatner's gonna be on it. Only his hero power will be as a Priceline Negotiator!
Also, if you aren't watching the new sitcom Carpoolers yet, start this week. It's funny, bitches. Last week's episode was literally "Oh god! My side!" funny. If it gets canceled, I'm going to be taking names.
Also also, tonight! Tery, me, Ryan and his NEW-TO-TERY BOYFRIEND JOHN are going to see Across the Universe. I hope the rest of the city are at the Rockies game.
Raise: 3/4 of the way there. Let's just say the words "effective 10/15" appeared in a recent email to yours truly. Shannon rocks very hard, and I'll hear nothing to the contrary. (At the risk of raining on my own parade, my rate went from 0.08 cents a line to 0.0823 -- essentially 30 cents an hour. But it's still about the principle.)
~*~
Weekend at the kennels was full of all kinds of excitement, mostly of the human variety; which is precisely what I work third shift to avoid.
Friday night I had to call the police because I suspected the homeless guy was back in the vacant lot behind the exercise yard. Tery spent the whole week trying to get him to move on, partly because the property is owned by the hospital and people sleeping back there doesn't make the best first impression for prospective employees; but mostly because apparently he's fond of getting drunk almost to the point of blacking out, sitting back there and smoking cigarettes with an oil lantern -- absolutely not cool. I'm as sympathetic a liberal as you can imagine, but if sleeping in a field isn't enough of a kick in the ass to get your shit together, then nothing will be.
I tried to find a compassionate term to use to the police. Their word is "transients," a trifle ironic considering he keeps returning. During the week they had forced him to move on. Friday night they called me back to report that he "wasn't doing any harm" so they let him be. Tery was less than pleased to hear about this. She wanted me to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't set fire to the place. I told her I'd love to, but they haven't yet installed a security monitor downstairs despite my daily insistence, and I had too much work to do to sit upstairs all night.
Then last night someone rang the doorbell at 11:00. I thought it might have been the cops following up, so I ran up to open the door, checking the monitor first (I'm no dummy). It was some guy in a navy blue baseball cap, could have been a cop, but I was wary. I yelled at him through the thick door, "What is it, who are you?" Brusque yes, but I find people on my doorstep in the middle of the night unsettling in any circumstance. He waved at me amicably, as if that's all it would take for me to unlock the door. He drawled something at me, but whether it was from his Southern accent or slight inebriation was hard to tell.
"What did you say? We're closed," I yelled at him.
"I know horses," he slurred.
"You know horses?" I was perplexed. It seemed a bit late for job hunting.
"I've got a coupla horses in Commerce City, I need help," he clarified.
Commerce City is probably 30 minutes from our hospital, and there must be two dozen vets between. I didn't see a vehicle in the driveway that might have been his. Putting aside the fact that I'm basically a janitor with a smattering of medical knowledge, did he expect me to go pick up his ailing horses in my Honda Civic?
I indicated the 24-hour emergency number posted right below our office hours that he could call. When it became obvious that I wasn't unlocking the door for him, he flounced off the entryway angrily, not even sparing the emergency number a glance. Even though I saw him board the city bus that came by shortly after, I found it pretty damn hard to relax all night.
I should have felt safer, considering I had this handsome man with me:
This is Nevarre. The spelling's a bit off, but I suspect the owners are fans of the movie Ladyhawke. However, it rained all night and, despite having the biggest, thickest coat in the house, Nevarre huddled by my leg for protection, actually flinching when I forced him out into the slight drizzle to do his thing. I don't know what good he would be against intruders if he can't deal with a little moisture.
On the way home I was starving, so I stopped at Burger King drive-thru for some breakfast. I ordered my usual milk to drink, and foolishly started driving. It had an impenetrable seal under the cap -- I mean there was no getting into it, certainly not while operating a vehicle. There was a flap on one side, the purpose of which I couldn't discern since it did precious little to help lift the foil. I couldn't even poke my finger through it. I had to pull over to wrestle with it, and then had to stop my engine so I could stab a key through it. Christ in a teacup. How is THIS convenient, "fast" food? And after all that, the portion of liquid inside was barely enough to coat my throat. BK milk: D-.
~*~
Tery's comment on the addition of Nichelle Nichols (Star Trek's Lt. Uhura) to the Heroes cast, which already includes George "Sulu" Takei: Next thing you know Shatner's gonna be on it. Only his hero power will be as a Priceline Negotiator!
Also, if you aren't watching the new sitcom Carpoolers yet, start this week. It's funny, bitches. Last week's episode was literally "Oh god! My side!" funny. If it gets canceled, I'm going to be taking names.
Also also, tonight! Tery, me, Ryan and his NEW-TO-TERY BOYFRIEND JOHN are going to see Across the Universe. I hope the rest of the city are at the Rockies game.
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I'm so pleased to maybe be FIRST that I can't think.
Date: 2007-10-15 01:29 pm (UTC)That makes two of us, sister
Date: 2007-10-15 07:35 pm (UTC)#4? Really? It's just something I tossed off before heading out to the movie, hardly no thought went into it at all. When you said I had a great voice I thought you meant my speaking voice. Guess I could use some more sleep as well.
Re: That makes two of us, sister
Date: 2007-10-19 04:42 am (UTC)Haha, no, I meant your writing voice. Not that there's anything wrong with your speaking voice. I don't even know what I love so much about this entry, I just know that the feel of it sort of embodies everything I love about your writing style. I guess I'm not any better at explainin' when I'm awake.
Re: That makes two of us, sister
Date: 2007-10-19 04:12 pm (UTC)No, not good at 'splainin at all, but in light of your shameless admiration I suppose you can be forgiven. ; )