Too Legit to Quit
I cannot stress this enough: I. Love. My. Job.
I love where I work. I love the people I work with. I love that I get to help bring new puppies into the world. I love that I get to do lab work. I love it. I love it. I love it.
And tonight, although I am completely drained and had to park 3 blocks away from my house and walk home in a thunderstorm after staying an hour and a half late at work, I seriously just feel blessed to have my job. Today I spent 3 hours monitoring a 17 year old dog for what was supposed to be a dental cleaning turned into a multiple tooth extraction surgery. And not only was he 17 years old, he also had a heart murmur. And I made sure he remained stable through it all. I could’ve gone home at 5pm when my shift was up. The procedure was over and he was off anesthesia. But there was still work to be done. My team needed me; my patient needed me. And it didn’t feel right to go home until I knew he was okay, and the paperwork was done.
I know a lot of people who punch out on the dot of when their shift is up regardless of whether still work to be done and regardless if people still need their help. That’s not me. That will never be me. I punch out when the work is done and not a minute before.
And I love it.