It’s Tortilla Time|

Weather may have a direct effect on my mood.

It was pouring today, and it is common knowledge among my friends that I despise the rain. I subsequently was not in the best of moods, and I was aggravated further when I realized that I would have to walk to co-op amid the precipitation.

I was forced to cross a soaking-wet field, which resulted in extreme discomfort. Water had somehow managed to enter my shoe, and each step I took brought more exasperation because of this. By the end of my trek across the field, my shoes were sopping and my feet frigid.

Another reason I despise the rain, despite the obvious, is the fact that it is often accompanied by humidity. I, not unlike many women, am unfortunate enough to possess hair that does not cooperate well with humidity. Alas, my hair completely frizzes up.

Needless to say, I did not look my best entering co-op today. My hair was frizzy, my makeup smudged, and my feet drenched. The veterinarian looked at me and immediately asked if it was raining outside. I nodded politely, resiting any urge to respond No. I just enjoy running through sprinklers with my umbrella, oh wise one, holder of the degree.

I wasn’t in the building two minutes when my boss approached me and said that she needed my help. As it would turn out, one of the veterinary technicians was filming a video of them self injecting a stuffed dog with vaccines (I was told that this was necessary for vet school.) They needed me to look as though I was restraining the stuffed animal. Having no other choice but to agree, I obliged. Despite the fact that I looked like a troll.

I was given strict instructions not to move as the video was filmed. I was to remain still, restraining the stuffed dog with a bona fide gusto. I could, under no circumstance, move my hands.

Everything went smoothly for the first few minutes, that is until my nose started to run. Not knowing what to do, I began to panic.
So I can’t take my damned hands off of this stuffed animal, but there is a booger the length of an anaconda dangling from the tip of my nose. WHAT WOULD DOOCE DO?
The video shot on, though I couldn’t determine whether or not my face was within the field of view. I knew full well that my hands were, and a single movement of them could have resulted in a catastrophe.

The technician talked on, my booger crisis completely unbeknownst to her. I was visibly panic stricken, but ultimately decided to wipe my nose.

Fortunately the technician failed to notice, though she will have incriminating evidence when she views the DVD.