The Three Stooges

Work Friday was even paced, calm even with the emergencies, but a three stooges day.

The Assistants Mabeline and Dora were so scatter brained that just the two of them were more than enough to comprise the Three Stooges.

Mabeline got hurt (again) because she holding a dog wrong. No matter how many times she has been told and shown the proper way to restrain an animal her brain just doesn't grasp it. I rushed in to grab the dog who was jumping around snapping his teeth at Mabelline and Dora. As I was trying to get the dog under control, I told Dora to move away from the dog's mouth. Sitting on the floor, she just pulled her head back a little, but didn't get up and move.

This was a ninety pound dog, jumping and snapping and Dora just sat there. I had to yank the dog to the other side of the room because Dora wouldn't move and Mabeline also sat on the floor crying, totally oblivious to the danger.




They put themselves, the dog, the Technician and me in jeopordy because their heads were up their butts instead of being alert on the job. Such things are an all too common occurrence. We train them over and over and then again, but still things are not sinking into their brains.

This is Mabeline's second month of work and she has already been hurt twice because she did not follow instructions. It's time for a serious conversation with the Office Manager, Hospital Director and Lead Technician.