Saturday, August 28, 2010

From Dead Fish to Mouthwash

Yes, Jin and I have been back to getting some "hiking" in -- I've been lazy, however, and heading out late so our hikes haven't been very long...

Anyways! Tonight Jin found a dead fish. No biggie, because she finds them all the time to roll on and never really smells afterwards. Well, apparently that's because longer hikes help to get rid of the smell...this was not a long hike. When we got back to the Jeep I smelled something weird...wasn't sure what to think, but it was definitely in the Jeep. Well, it took until the Dunkin' Donuts drive-through window before I realized it was dead fish smell on Jin (I wasn't sure if I'd stepped in something or if it was her, or both). Yay, right?

Once home I wiped her down, then tried Palmolive to see if that'd help. Not really.

Next step was spraying a paper towel with Nature's Miracle, letting it sit a bit, then wiping off. Tried that twice. No luck.

Tried a dryer sheet at a friend's suggestion, but no luck. Tried baby powder -- well, looked for some but we didn't have any.

So finally I did a search online and it seemed most suggestions were the same as for skunk smell. Well, just so happened I've been reading about de-skunk methods! Went and grabbed the mouthwash and a washcloth and went to work wiping Jin down. It seemed to work! Jin says I'm a jerk though...but at least I didn't put her in the tub, I say. A sniff test just confirmed that she still smells largely of mouthwash, with just a touch of stink...but it's mild (from what I can tell) and I can deal with that. She's still not happy with me, I don't think.

I took the camera along but wasn't able to really get any pics. You see, I'm a shitty photographer. Plus the sun was working on setting so the light was interesting as well. The river looks really neat at that point in the day though, which makes it too bad I suck at taking photos.

The last time we went hiking (God, I can't remember if it was yesterday or the day before...) we went to Dunkin' Donuts afterwards and the girl at the window was nice and gave Jin a piece of bacon (after asking if she could first). Next time she waits on me I'm gonna give her a few bucks for tip, because I think it was good for Jin (she almost got her to come close enough to take the bacon) and she gave me a lot of whipped cream on my Coolatta. I love whipped cream.

Hmm...otherwise, not much has changed. Keeping my options open job-wise but dunno what that will do for me. Otherwise I'm making enough money to squeak by. I think I'm losing a little weight, which is good, as I've been wanting to/trying to. I think my folks get back from vacation tomorrow...

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Fuck My Life

I have officially decided I need to find a different job.

The bitch of it? Seems the jobs that are plentiful might not even work: my older brother made a valid point that, with my damned syncope, it could actually be a dangerous job for me. So I'm trying to find something else that the non-compete contract I signed doesn't disqualify me from...so to sum it up, basically, once again this year I've fucked myself over.

I really have to learn how to stop doing that...I really have to learn how to get my fucking life in order. At least get it to where it's bearable and I'm not stressing for money, either. Unfortunately, my best ideas are either stupid/wouldn't actually work, or else they're illegal.

Maybe if people would actually fucking pay me back I might have more options available to me!

Well, that gave an idea...anyone know of a loan shark looking to hire some muscle (I know, loan sharking isn't usually legal, but whatever)? I'm not very big, but I know how to swing a bat (among other things), have been told I punch pretty hard, and I have a temper and frustrations from which I can draw some "inspiration." I can also be pretty creative, or follow directions if that's preferred. I can type up a résumé if necessary.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Dilemma...

Okay, so my last regular job I had to get out of for my own mental health...arguably physical as well, but whatever. I was, quite literally, depressed before I quit there and it was getting progressively worse: I felt worlds better as soon as I no longer had to return to work at that place. Why did I stay that long? Quite frankly, because I needed to make money.

The job that I took and I thought allowed me to quit that job didn't really work out, so I not only wanted another, I actually needed another. Now I have one and...technically I've actually worked it for only four (well, approximately four) shifts and...I'm not enjoying it. I've had the last couple of days off and go back tomorrow and...I don't want to.

I'm sure it sounds like I'm being a picky, self-entitled insertwordofchoicehere, but I don't really give a fuck. Even in my last job I felt life was too short to put up with a job you dislike, don't enjoy, even hate (as was the case working where I was), so it's difficult justifying putting up with it for the sake of a paycheck. But at the same time I'm hurting for money...with this job I'm not sure I've given it the chance I ought to, but at the same time it was only a couple of months ago that I quit a job that made me absolutely fucking miserable. So while I can say "oh, it could get better", at the same time I know all too well what it's like working a job I truly hate going to.

Probably the biggest reason I'm not enjoying this is simply because I don't like to have to physically manhandle pretty much every dog I have to deal with, literally fight with them to get something done, because it's easier for the owners to bring their dog to a "professional" than put the time into working with them themselves. That's a big reason I worked so damn hard with my own dog, because I don't like to have to fight with a dog to do a job. Now, I know, I want to work with dogs, but unless I'm seriously missing something, I don't have to manhandle them to train them or work as a behaviorist; in fact, generally, if you have to fight with the dog as much as I have with most of the dogs I've tried doing a nail trim on, you're doing something wrong in the animal behavior field.

Besides, as an animal behaviorist, I'm working with people to actually change these behaviors, opposed to dealing with the behaviors myself so the owner doesn't have to, with no chance of actually trying to change them because that's not what my job is: it's to get the task done, plain and simple. Or so it's made to sound.

There's something that builds upon that, however. Despite hours of "training" and certifications, I still have mostly a theoretical idea on how to do certain things...I've had no real one-on-one training. Sure, the groomers I have worked with have been great with answering my questions and stuff, but no one has really worked with me to be sure I really know what I'm doing. Then I get stuck working an entire day completely alone in the grooming salon where I had to essentially train myself. I learned the computer program by myself, winged it with making phone calls and appointments and providing quotes (which I know I made a few mistakes on), read the big-ass binder handbook and learned a few things I already made a mistake on, and had to have a few people return on a different day for a nail trim to be completed because I had no one to help keep the dog on the table. No idea what they'll think of that, but I don't really care...I did what I could. Never got a break, had several moments where things were just insane, and a man ended up doing his dog's nails himself (he was a show ring Rhodesian Ridgeback; the guy had far more experience than I do with a Dremel, he just didn't have his for forgetting it at a show). That's not allowed, by the way.

I know things can get better as I gain more experience, but it's difficult to gain confidence with that experience when I can barely get a job done. Not to mention, even with the experience, I'm going to constantly be fighting with dogs and manhandling them in order for me to do something that largely frightens them. I mean, everyone says how Cockers are so horrible on the table and stuff but honestly, it's been the Labs and Lab-mixes that have been the majority of my nightmares and I know it's because most of these people just don't bother to get their dog used to it and figure it's easier to just have a groomer take care of things for them. Well, you know what, sometimes that "groomer" is just a bather who's still learning, and even when that's not the case your dog is still stressed as all hell because some stranger they've never met before is cutting their nails, something they're already scared about. The only person it benefits is the owner: the least they could do is condition the dog to being handled so it's easier, at least for the dog, but I suppose that's too much to ask if they're using it as a convenience service.

I did give one man who came in with a Lab-mix some information and told him he could look up ways to desensitize her to getting her nails cut because he admitted he had tried it himself but she reacted much the same way (though, I imagine, not as dramatically only because I had her on a grooming table): he was very receptive to it, even when I told him it would probably take a lot of time. The others I didn't think would bother with the advice, and being as I was pretty stressed out myself, I just didn't feel like bothering. I know, it's horrible, but it is what it is.

All said...I don't think I'm going to grow to enjoy being a bather/brusher, and for those who do enjoy it, believe me, you have my biggest respects. Personally, I'm wondering if I might be wise to see about either transferring or finding a different job (that is, if they don't suggest as much tomorrow)...yes, even after such short a time.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Updates, More or Less

I have been terrible at posting in this thing...honestly though, I think part of that has to do with the fact I just haven't found my life all that horribly interesting lately. No, I'm not depressed, just...unenthused with where things are at the moment, I suppose.


Anyways...I've started working at Petsmart as a bather/brusher: got all of my certifications and training and stuff done last week. Yesterday I had a couple of more difficult dogs to try and bathe and such and learned the ropes of proper drying (hey, I have a dog with a slick coat, I just towel her off and let her air dry in the house on the rare occasion I give her a bath), but today was easier, and that was because I had a terrier opposed to Labs. Imagine that...


Okay, I didn't have him, one of the groomers did, but he asked me to get him bathed while he worked on a Japanese Chin, so...


Of the dogs I've bathed so far, that Westie was easily the best (though part of that was me knowing what I was doing: last Friday I also bathed a Jack who was good for the bath as well). I ended up towel drying him because he didn't like the air coming out of the velocity dryer (easier for him and there was plenty of time), so we spent a good while getting to know one another between me putting him in his cage, bathing him, drying him, and checking up on him. He really enjoyed getting dried off, actually: it was fun for the both of us, I think, haha. We became buddies even, though I didn't get to see the final results -- I was out while he was on the table and left after clocking out because I needed to go and eat. I'll admit though, he really rekindled my terrier lust (probably especially after discussing Airedales last night); doesn't help I wanted a Westie when I was a kid...loved terriers even then.


I was supposed to bathe and brush a Chessie this morning too, but they didn't show, unfortunately. I was looking forward to the chance when I saw it in the appointment book.


Anyways...not too much more has been going on. Working and earning a paycheck, and finally got my younger brother to start paying me back the money he owes (now just to get everyone else who owes me to do the same). This past Sunday I went out with my older brother, his fiancée, one of her brothers, and a couple of my brother's friends: it was loads of fun -- even the miniature golf, which I don't normally like. I might cover that later...we'll see.


The biggest news, probably, is from last Friday. I don't care to go into much details, but...I was diagnosed with syncope...at the ER. Basically, if I get too hot, too hungry, dehydrated, whatever, I get light heated and can pass-out. It's happened twice before, but I never knew it was actually an ailment, for lack of a better term. So, I have to be sure to keep hydrated, not get too hungry or too hot, all that jazz otherwise I could have an episode. Joy. During the most recent one I actually "cracked my head open"; the laceration wasn't too big, and the doc said it was mostly superficial, so it didn't need stitches but he wanted to put Dermabond on it to keep it from bleeding again and stuff (it bled a lot!)-- basically he glued my head "back together." He said that at least I have short hair because it makes it easier, but I'm not supposed to sweat too much until it comes off/out on its own, which is projected to be some time early next week. I also can't really wear a hat, for my own comfort really.


Had to take my eyebrow piercing out for the CAT scan and didn't get it back in in time at home (one of the ends came off at night -- luckily it landed on my laptop -- and didn't get it in right away) so my ma ended up re-piercing it for me. Didn't really hurt, just a touch more than when I first got it pierced (which didn't hurt at all), but at least it's back in. Also found out the only other piercing that needs to be redone is the second one in my left ear: das ist gut -- sehr gut. I thought I had to get everything redone.


Suppose that's it for now. Might have more tomorrow.