Sunday, February 16, 2014
I went to college for English and History and now have a job to make most history majors envious. I work for a nationally recognized and accredited museum, you've probably seen it featured on C-Span, History Channel, or Nat Geo. I am the reservations department; I plan tours, outreaches, events and schedule staff. The volunteers are incredible, some of the visitors are fascinating, but I walk away from my job most evenings irritated and worried. I'm tired of waking up at odd hours of the night worrying about an upcoming tour or a complaint I received about a docent. For the sake of my sanity, it was time for a change.
After work tomorrow is my first night class to become a veterinary assistant. A job I could have pursued without 4 years of college. I know the job will probably be hard, seeing cases of animal abuse and sick animals; but I have never been happier than when I work with animals.
Over the years I've built up a rather successful pet sitting business. I've watched award winning standard poodles, cooked meals for animals with sensitive stomachs, survived two agonizing week caring for a dog with cancer, and many more. I take care of the animals so sick the owner's don't feel safe putting them in shelters while they're away. You don't even want to think about some of the messes I've cleaned up over the years.
But, I like the job and I'm pretty sure I'll like being a Vet Assistant. Maybe it's crazy, I'm picking dog vomit over a big desk and unlimited coffee. I don't think my education will end here, I'd like to start grooming classes and possibly become a certified dog trainer. Monday night it all begins and I'm a little terrified.