Today, I got to the groom shop at 9 am. I clocked in using the stupid new clocking-in machine, which I feel does not adequately represent my hours, so I keep them written down on a napkin in my (mom's) car.
I sprayed a clean towel, threw it on the floor, and did the boogie.
A woman and her husband came in with their little Yorkie and a giant orange cat name Louis, who looked something like this:
Louis was seriously twice the size of the Yorkie. I promptly got to work brushing him. After a few minutes my arms started to get a little bit red. I didn't really care. Then, a lady came in with her Aussie, and I went to go check her in. As I was searching for a pen for her to write her information, I look down and noticed with alarm that the skin on my arms had started to boil. There were little white bumps all over the place. Here is a picture of it a few hours later, but it's not nearly as bad as it was at first. In fact you can hardly even tell in this picture. But believe me, it was BAD. Apparently it's called hives. Apparently I am allergic to Louis.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of dog shampoo, vacuuming, brushing, checking-in, checking-out, and sneezing. But it was all worth it, because at the end of the day I got to take home THIS:
Isn't that delicious? Are you raking in anything of the sort? Mmm, didn't think so.
Aaaanyway, so I got home, and as usual, my shirt looked like this:
And now I am about to go take a shower, and then I'm going to write a SEVEN page paper for class that is due on Monday. Work work school work work work school work work. I should be paid for the time I spend gracing your blog with my presence. I have better things to do you know. Bahahahahahahahahahaha
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Every one of those pictures absolutely grossed me out.
Except for one.
Can you guess which one that would be?
Good job.
I knew you could.