Quickie
Browsing the internet on my lunch break*, I noticed that I’ve been slacking on the blogging front lately. So here I am.
I took Sam to the vet this morning for a check-up and a squirt of something-something vaccine up the nose. I told the vet one of his eyes had been red off and on lately, but it hadn’t seemed to bother him too much. She took him into the back for a tear test and found out that my poor puppy is making almost no tears and has horribly dry eyes. And his cruel, cruel mother had let him suffer all this time. She didn’t say that second part out loud.
So now I have a tube of goop to squirt into his eyes once a day. I have to hold his eye open and squeeze a line of goo the consistency of Vaseline onto the surface of his eyeball. The vet techs managed to do it with two of them holding him still—I can’t wait to try it at home by myself. I can only hope he’ll understand how soothing the nice happy goop is and come running for it every morning. Hey, it could happen.
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* One of the main HR guys has an office behind my cube with floor-to-ceiling glass interior walls. My computer screen faces out, and he faces me, so he can pretty much see everything I do. Most of the time I really am working, but often instead of leaving the office for my lunch break, I’ll just clock out, come back to my desk, and check my Facebook and Twitter and whatnot.
Gah. I want to avoid “even the appearance of impropriety”**, but I don’t think appearances are necessarily worth giving up my legitimate break time. I’m seriously tempted to go over to him one day and be like, “I know it looks like I’m Facebooking on company time, but I clocked out. Check the records, I swear.”
And what about the people who walk behind my desk all the time (between his office and my cube; I’m right next to one of the main doors)? I’m a good little worker bee, I promise!
Usually I try to put all my work away and make my lunch really prominent when I’m on my break. It seems less awkward than taping a sign to my back.
** To quote my ConLaw exam. Speaking of which, grades were supposed to be turned in a week ago. My ConLaw and Property grades STILL haven’t posted. Did I mention that this is kind of a tense moment? My other three grades this semester came back almost straight B’s, which means that I might, horror of horrors, drop out of the top thirty percent, which would make me completely ineligible for Law Review. Crap crap crap.
Tags: dog, facebook, grades, law review, law school, Sam, vet, work
June 8th, 2009 at 2:09 pm
heh, i’ve dealt with that eye stuff before… had to put it in the eye of a schnauzer. a giant one. a 100 lb one. i think i remember having to sit on her. i think you can handle sam
June 8th, 2009 at 5:32 pm
Ugh, the dog-eyeball-goop. Been there!
As for your lunch break, I would seriously tape a sign on my back (or my cubicle wall, or some other prominent location) that simply reads, “OUT TO LUNCH.” I would post the sign when I clocked out and remove the sign when I clocked back in. Seriously. The HR guy who glances at your screen all day should be savvy enough to realize that you’re only goofing around during your break, but any other random schmoe walking by would have no idea. They could easily make the assumption that you goof around in general. You don’t want that!
June 10th, 2009 at 6:37 pm
I’ve had a sign on the back of my chair a few times that said “Not here.” I would have put something more metaphysical, but I decided I’d have to explain it to too many people. And I tend to leave the sign on the chair for many more hours/days than I am really not there.
June 25th, 2009 at 7:56 pm
Still slacking…:-P