Diary of a Dick Vet

I received an email from a previous EMS placement looking for help at their kennels for the next few weeks. With summer vacation, the kennels fill up quickly and staff is short, so I’m taking the train down and staying for two weeks to help. I’m excited to return and not have to worry about filling out a pesky EMS form, and hopefully I’ll remember enough from my last time there to be useful. Plus, dogs and cats! Yay!

Before this popped up two days ago, I was facing two weeks of total free time until my sister arrives. I found the idea terrifying - how does one pass the time without classes to complain about and EMS to fulfill? I don’t think I have a workaholic bone in my body, but vet school so totally encompasses my life, that I can’t be fulfilled unless I’m doing something that somehow relates to it, even if I’m doing that activity for fun. In this case, I’m going to work, but it feels more like a holiday for me: returning to an old haunt, playing with animals, staying in the Most Comfortable Bed In The World, enjoying plenty of wine, and visiting friends.

I’m glad I can be useful. The couple I’m going to help have taken such good care of me in the past, inviting me to their boxing day and new year parties during my first holiday season away from home, and I’m pleased I can do something nice for them. Plus, um, I’m getting paid. Don’t mind that, neither.