My mother used to say "For this I got a PhD" as she was changing diapers. My recent post about the cat's adventures in veterinary land prompted a friend to express his gratitude for a job that does not include shaving cats' butts.
I mentioned this to another friend the other night, someone who works as a veterinary technician and thus does shave cats' butts for a living. She said it's not so bad. One of her least favorite tasks, though, is cutting the heads off animals whose brains need to be tested for rabies. Some of her "clients" are large, once aggressive dogs with big heads. Other "clients" are, as she put it, "not so fresh," scooped up from the side of the road.
She says that it's a great comfort during this process to think about another job, one that she's glad she doesn't have -- unpacking the heads once they arrive at the state laboratory. She wonders if it's a full-time job or just part of someone else's list of duties.
Which all makes me wonder what the unpacker thinks about while on-duty -- what job is he grateful not to have?
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