I'm still going to kill the new girl at work. I was supervisor again (yay! responsibility!) and she was an idiot again, doing somewhat less damage this time. Everyone hates her, it's not even just me being a bitch.
It was a sad night last night. We worked hard all night on things that either died or were put to sleep in the morning. There was a boxer there with two dislocated hips from being hit by a car. He was on a morphine/lidocaine/ketamine drip for pain control. To add insult to injury, he had recently been neutered, and the impact tore open his neuter incision.
it's a great thing to communicate sometimes, even though it's hard for me to do.