Less Work, Finally

This is our clinic cat "Talker", nickname "Fat Boy", resting on cat steps that were temporarily left on the counter. I had to take this photo of him because it was exactly how I felt ...so tired I had to drag my weary body to bed slowly making my way up the stairs to the bedroom.

The previous day I began work at 7AM walking dogs in the rain and wind. Brrrr, it was cold and very wet. That day ended at 8:30PM. The next day my hours were 9AM to 7PM. A lunch break where I can actually sit down? I choose to eat as I work, not wanting to take the half hour off the floor because I will have to do double speed to catch up on work duties.

Since last November, I have been working six days each week clocking in 40+ hours, much more than my previous schedule of a luxurious mere16 hours. Last week I worked 65 hours, this week 59.

Today was the last day of the horrendous schedule. YAAAY!!! Nicki, our new Vet. Asst. has started and I now get two days off and about 38 hours each week. More hours than I want, but I am very happy to get back to a life where I am at home more than at work.

I look forward to having the time to bask in a bath just like Tipper, one of our neighborhood strays who enjoys lying in our birdbath, except mine will be filled with warm water up to my neck. We have a deep tub, long enough to stretch out my legs and vegetate into a state of bliss.