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Jan. 13th, 2006
I survived...
Jan. 13th, 2006 04:54 pmOne of my co-workers came up with a really good metaphor for this week:
"We're trying to construct a road while driving down it at 60mph"
It's a really good way of describing the way we are trying to make up procedures while still keeping up with our workflow.
I also seem to find myself holding two ends of a string and needing to find out who has the middle piece. Company president wants a report - data comes from a database query. I need someone to translate the codes that spit out of the database into real actual things, so I can figure our which of them go into each category in the president's report.
Advice to anyone who has new co-workers: it you want to create a new process, don't send a new employee to explain things. One poor girl who has been here one day longer than me was trying to explain what her boss wanted to me, and neither one of us was really sure what we were talking about. We quickly realized that the 4 of us (we and our two managers) need to sit down in a room and figure out exactly what each manager wants. THEN we two assistants can get together and make it happen. Translation errors are creeping up on us, and my o.O face is getting tired.
"We're trying to construct a road while driving down it at 60mph"
It's a really good way of describing the way we are trying to make up procedures while still keeping up with our workflow.
I also seem to find myself holding two ends of a string and needing to find out who has the middle piece. Company president wants a report - data comes from a database query. I need someone to translate the codes that spit out of the database into real actual things, so I can figure our which of them go into each category in the president's report.
Advice to anyone who has new co-workers: it you want to create a new process, don't send a new employee to explain things. One poor girl who has been here one day longer than me was trying to explain what her boss wanted to me, and neither one of us was really sure what we were talking about. We quickly realized that the 4 of us (we and our two managers) need to sit down in a room and figure out exactly what each manager wants. THEN we two assistants can get together and make it happen. Translation errors are creeping up on us, and my o.O face is getting tired.
Renfield is dead.
I gave him water and more pain meds when I got home, and he seemed to revive a little. But he couldn't move either of his back legs, and he was trying to crawl across the cage dragging them and whimpering in pain.
I thought long and hard today about what I would do, and I finally decided that if it needed to be done tonight, taking him to an emergency vet to euthanize him would only cause him more stress and pain. So I waited till he was still and seemed to be dozing, and I broke his neck. It was quick and clean, and he didn't even move. I just couldn't let him suffer another minute.
I'm sorry little guy. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I couldn't make you better. All I could do was make it stop hurting. I hope you forgive me.
I tucked him into his little house with some fluff and his half-chewed milk-bone, and wrapped him up. I know he won't know that, but it made me feel a little better - like at least it was something I could do for him.
Rest in peace little one.
I gave him water and more pain meds when I got home, and he seemed to revive a little. But he couldn't move either of his back legs, and he was trying to crawl across the cage dragging them and whimpering in pain.
I thought long and hard today about what I would do, and I finally decided that if it needed to be done tonight, taking him to an emergency vet to euthanize him would only cause him more stress and pain. So I waited till he was still and seemed to be dozing, and I broke his neck. It was quick and clean, and he didn't even move. I just couldn't let him suffer another minute.
I'm sorry little guy. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I couldn't make you better. All I could do was make it stop hurting. I hope you forgive me.
I tucked him into his little house with some fluff and his half-chewed milk-bone, and wrapped him up. I know he won't know that, but it made me feel a little better - like at least it was something I could do for him.
Rest in peace little one.
thank you all
Jan. 13th, 2006 09:57 pmI really needed every single one of those hugs.
I was so afraid that I'd get criticized for do-it-yourself euthenasia, but I couldn't see making him suffer the stress of a trip. The nearest exotic vet is in Skokie (hallf-hour on train and then bus in the cold rain), and I don't even know if they would do such a procedure on an "emergency" after-hours basis. I had studied rodent anatomy when I was planning on dispatching those vermin-mice last year, so I was pretty confident I could do it as painlessly as possible. It was really hard, but in the end it really wasn't really a choice - I had to do whatever I could for him.
I cried myself into an asthma attack, but a couple of hours and half a box of tissues later I was able to clean out his cage and toys. Since I am hoping for my next fuzzy roomate to be a rabbit, I will not be adopting another hammie for now. I have an e-mail in to the shelter he came from to see if they need equipment donations. I'll box everything up once it dries. It hurts too much to keep around with no one living in it.
*hugs pillow tightly*
I was so afraid that I'd get criticized for do-it-yourself euthenasia, but I couldn't see making him suffer the stress of a trip. The nearest exotic vet is in Skokie (hallf-hour on train and then bus in the cold rain), and I don't even know if they would do such a procedure on an "emergency" after-hours basis. I had studied rodent anatomy when I was planning on dispatching those vermin-mice last year, so I was pretty confident I could do it as painlessly as possible. It was really hard, but in the end it really wasn't really a choice - I had to do whatever I could for him.
I cried myself into an asthma attack, but a couple of hours and half a box of tissues later I was able to clean out his cage and toys. Since I am hoping for my next fuzzy roomate to be a rabbit, I will not be adopting another hammie for now. I have an e-mail in to the shelter he came from to see if they need equipment donations. I'll box everything up once it dries. It hurts too much to keep around with no one living in it.
*hugs pillow tightly*