shitty end to a shitty day.
I spent most of my night working with a lovely, sweet, adorable dog who is probably destined to die.
Technicians that i am supervising made stupid mistakes that compromised patient care.
I spotted a chihuahua running alongside the freeway on my way home, and was unable to catch him. I circled around twice after he ran off, and did not see him again - i can only hope that he got through on of the gaps in the fence and into a safer area. I feel terrible for not being able to help him.
i love my job, so why do i come home wanting to cry sometimes?