Professionalism
Mar. 8th, 2012 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
partheniaWell goodness, this has been quite a week, and it's not over yet.
Really, a photo of my dog would explain most of it. Alfie is lying on a cushion at my feet, wearing a plastic Elizabethan collar aka Cone of Shame; his front leg is strapped up from paw to shoulder in green sticky bandage, and he is wearing a mauve long-sleeved Tshirt.
This time last week we went to the dog groomers, to turn him from something vaguely sheeplike and furry back into a dog. Unfortunately, the groomer accidentally clipped him with her scissors, near the top of his front leg. So far, what seemed like an OK if deep cut has turned into two operations. *sadface* *saddog*. I took him to the vet the day after but by then he had worried at the cut overnight. So it needed to be stitched under general anaesthetic.
Four days in, his stitches ripped right out - probably caused by him not realising he was poorly and jumping around. And lo, this turned into a second operation. Dog groomer initially contrite, now suspicious that it's not really her fault. So yesterday he had his second operation, which was more convoluted and he has been sent home with strict instructions for total rest and NO JUMPING. Today, he removed the entire strapping arrangement in a single bite. Back to the vet we went.
Of course this coincided with a) me winning a short term contract which has had me interviewing strangers in Central London for 7 hours a day and b) me being invited for a second interview for a job today, with three days' notice that they'd like me to prepare a 20 minute presentation plzthxbai.
So today:
- ring vet
- argue with dog groomer over reponsibility
- take child to school
- weep over dog
- write presentation for 2 pm interview
- turn down opportunity to pitch for new work by next Wednesday because haha, no
- weep over presentation
- take dog to vet at 12
- wait while dog is rebandaged and practise job talk in vet consulting room with B,
- return with dog
- weep over dog
- write rest of presentation
- weep over husband
- practise talk
- bed dog down
- drive to interview
- talk at people for BLOODY HOURS
Later, one of the interviewers said, 'Well, you're obviously a very experienced presenter."
*blows nose*
Also? It is my birthday next week. I am going to be VERY FUCKING OLD, ngl.
Really, a photo of my dog would explain most of it. Alfie is lying on a cushion at my feet, wearing a plastic Elizabethan collar aka Cone of Shame; his front leg is strapped up from paw to shoulder in green sticky bandage, and he is wearing a mauve long-sleeved Tshirt.
This time last week we went to the dog groomers, to turn him from something vaguely sheeplike and furry back into a dog. Unfortunately, the groomer accidentally clipped him with her scissors, near the top of his front leg. So far, what seemed like an OK if deep cut has turned into two operations. *sadface* *saddog*. I took him to the vet the day after but by then he had worried at the cut overnight. So it needed to be stitched under general anaesthetic.
Four days in, his stitches ripped right out - probably caused by him not realising he was poorly and jumping around. And lo, this turned into a second operation. Dog groomer initially contrite, now suspicious that it's not really her fault. So yesterday he had his second operation, which was more convoluted and he has been sent home with strict instructions for total rest and NO JUMPING. Today, he removed the entire strapping arrangement in a single bite. Back to the vet we went.
Of course this coincided with a) me winning a short term contract which has had me interviewing strangers in Central London for 7 hours a day and b) me being invited for a second interview for a job today, with three days' notice that they'd like me to prepare a 20 minute presentation plzthxbai.
So today:
- ring vet
- argue with dog groomer over reponsibility
- take child to school
- weep over dog
- write presentation for 2 pm interview
- turn down opportunity to pitch for new work by next Wednesday because haha, no
- weep over presentation
- take dog to vet at 12
- wait while dog is rebandaged and practise job talk in vet consulting room with B,
- return with dog
- weep over dog
- write rest of presentation
- weep over husband
- practise talk
- bed dog down
- drive to interview
- talk at people for BLOODY HOURS
Later, one of the interviewers said, 'Well, you're obviously a very experienced presenter."
*blows nose*
Also? It is my birthday next week. I am going to be VERY FUCKING OLD, ngl.
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Date: 2012-03-08 10:26 pm (UTC)Poor darling - you have had a time of it. Poor doggy - it's crazy how little things can turn into big nasties.
*hands you tissues*
Well done on carrying off your presentation in the midst of so much trouble and strife! Go You!
Puppy will heal with time.
And if it's any consolation - I'm WAY f*#king older! :D
*hugs for puppy as well*
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Date: 2012-03-09 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-09 10:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-09 09:38 am (UTC)Thank you!
I've been so worried about him although he is in great general health, just doesn't understand the Resting part.
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Date: 2012-03-09 10:13 am (UTC)Yeah, it's really hard when they simply don't understand that being bouncy puppy is actually hurting themselves. We found with Buddy that the best way to keep him quiet was to keep him with me when I was working - had his bed next to my desk at work and at home. He was more content to stay quiet and still while he had company, and I could monitor him.
Hopefully will get out your way again someday in the not too distant future. Mr C has been eyeing up some jobs out there, but no luck yet, so we're stuck in London until/if something comes along elsewhere. :)
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Date: 2012-03-09 12:40 am (UTC)Hope poor little pooch is feelig better. I know well how they react to the collar of shame. And yeah, tryign to convince a pooch or cat ot to chew at stitches...the first person who cracks that will make a million.
The contract interviewing and job interview prep alone sound exhuating without any additional stresses.
I;m looking at my diary for possibility of a get together and after the weekend of 16-18th March I should be free-er! How are you fixed last couple of weeks of March and the first two of April? If it's all too much at the moment can wait until things calm down! *G*
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Date: 2012-03-09 09:42 am (UTC)Have had to put him in the back hallway (the alternative was getting a big dog crate) with some toys and stick post-its everywhere.
And yes - great getting the work but jeez it makes life complicated.
It would be really lovely to see you. And I don't think you've met Alfie yet? I'll look through my diary and give you a proper reply.