Let's be honest and 100% in the open here: I prefer large animals to small animals. That being said, I currently work in a small animal hospital, and I have had a lot of trouble adjusting to the mentality and my co-workers.
The morning started off as any other morning did. I made up vaccinations and filled prescriptions that either didn't get done until later that day or were from messages left on the voicemail of the hospital. Usually, I'm left perfectly alone in that precious hour. It is glorious as I am not totally awake yet, and the jobs are simple. Either way, that morning went by rather tediously with room after room, and a few disparaging comments from my boss in the area of my abilities to hold animals or something along those lines. Anyways, I took the next room up and it happened to be a cat. The kitty was huge, a New Forest variety.
Basically this woman wants to make sure that her new cat is healthy, and after asking her the standard questions she takes a hard look at me. And she goes, "Are you going to go to vet school?"
Surprised, and slightly taken aback I stumble over my own response. "Well, uh...actually I applied for next year but I'm really hoping that I can get in somewhere."
She picks up the cat, stroking his long multi-colored fur and looks up at me. "Well you should do it. Because you have a way with animals, I can tell these things."
I didn't question it because I wanted to believe it. Instead I sputtered, got embarrassed and I think I managed to say thank you. So from that moment on, I trust this strangers words of encouragement.
I will be a vet because I have a way with animals.
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