So, yeah, this blogging thing.
Seems like I force myself to write something around the 4th of July, whether something interesting is happening or not...so I guess it's that time of year.
This also appears to be the only way to convince my mom that, despite that fact that she is retired, my life is still duller than hers.
Hi, mom.
So since my last post, I have gone on to pass the Veterinary Technician National Exam, and to become a Certified Veterinary Technician. Unfortunately, I appear to be stuck in the statistic of college grads that are having trouble finding work in their field.
I'm still working at Kohl's, and picked up a second job as a Kennel Technician at the Burch Creek Animal Hospital in South Ogden. It's not as exciting as it sounds; I basically go in 3 nights a week and feed, walk, and clean up after the animals that are being boarded there. I had a really rough start because I got hired in late November, so my "training day" was on Black Friday, and I had to get used to having two jobs during the busy season for both of them. I came really, really close to quitting a few times. But since then I've definitely appreciated having a second paycheck when the after-Christmas slow season hit at Kohl's, and having a clinic on my resume certainly doesn't hurt.
I can't really think of much more to say beyond that. I've had the kennel tech job for almost 8 months now, so it's just part of the routine for me. And working two jobs I don't have a lot of full days off so I haven't had much of a chance to go do exciting stuff. However, in the next few months I hoping to have some stuff to blog about. One of my best friends is getting married and the poor guy thinks he wants me as a groomsman (we'll see what he thinks about this when the tux person takes a look at me and either laughs or passes out), and I am trying to align things so that I can have the days off to go to the Salt Lake Comic Con in September.
On a side note, you know the phrase "everyone and their dog?" Yeah, turns out when "everyone and their dog" goes on vacation, people don't actually take their dogs with them. I am finding out which holidays are travel holidays and which ones are stay-at-home holidays based on how many animals I have to take care of.
To leave off, I'll mention an adventure that me and my mom had the other day. My poor, almost 20 year old car is starting to feel its years, and developed a problem over the holiday weekend, so I had to take it in to get looked at. Unfortunately, I had already set-up a job interview in Salt Lake on Monday, so I had to ask my Mom to give me a ride to it. Being the lovely person she is, she agreed. So I dutifully wrote down the instructions from GoogleMaps, and off we went. We decided to drop off the Sub on the way...which might have been a bad idea, because the care shop was slammed and it took us a lot longer than we had planned to drop it off. Because of this, as we neared Salt Lake, it became clear that I was going to be late. Not wanting to set too bad of a first impression, I called the interviewer and told them we were going to be about 10 minutes late.
So...how many people does it take to find a road?
The answer: 2. But it takes us a half hour.
You see, I often hear that Utah has a weird address system. I don't see what is so weird about it. If anything, having it based on a grid-system makes more sense to me than having a bunch of randomly named roads.
However, GoogleMaps seems to be on the side of people who agree we have a weird system. According to said website, we were supposed to turn off of I-15, and then turn onto Commerce Drive. What it didn't tell us is that Commerce Drive starts as 300 W and then becomes Commerce (at least according to the lady that interviewed me for the job Mom and I did not investigate this claim). So cue me and my poor Mom driving down the road looking for a street that doesn't exist. It should be noted here that while I wrote down the directions, I neglected to write down the actual address for the place where the interview was at. Finally, we decided that we must have passed Commerce, and decided to find the other road we were supposed to turn on (4800 S), and go from there. We chose poorly, however, and ended up be detoured by construction. My Mom is a trooper, however, and she dutifully found 4800 for us. Once on the right road, we eventually arrived at our destination...a little more than a half hour late.
The person doing the interview was very nice and understanding, saying that the same thing had happened to her once. But let's face it; you don't want to be remembered as "the interviewee that was late".
Still, it was worth a laugh, more or less. I won't even go into the story about how GoogleMaps dropped me in the middle of the north part of Salt Lake City once instead of a address in North Salt Lake.
