No one killed yet. Obviously a good week.

Urgh. Very incoherent. Anyone but me, best skip.

Since this annoying dripping nose is making me more incoherent than usual, I won't even try to be coherent. Instead I'll quote legal documents (I just feel like it, ok?). My dazed rambling will probably look coherent compared to that.

I love my native language, but ( even my brain attempts to shut down after the fifth comma )

*bangs head on table* WHY?

Yesterday: Excursion to a category 1 processing plant for animal by-products not intended for human consumption, according to regulation (EC) No 1774/2002 ( Using method 1 (Annex V, Chapter III) )

Since more or less all of us spent three weeks this summer at an abattoir, even the few areas that did stink, couldn't faze us.

But the back row in the bus could. My list now contains choice examples of our little mob of men (flock of men? herd of men? How to call a small group of men, surrounded by a much larger group of women?)
Afterward we decided to meet up at Franka's for chat and food. Six people trying to cook in a kitchen made for max. 2 is fun. Trying to start the oven, while turning on the gas for the stove without realizing it is also fun, but only *after* surviving the evening without explosions.

Lots of gossip and some interesting discussions. Question:
You need a medical certificate to get licensure as a vet, stating that you capable of working as a vet, no disabilities, no addictions, blabla. Kathi (who is very small) simply can't do some of the things. Even if she's standing on a ladder, her arms are still to short to do a proper rectal examination. She'll even have problems treating a great Dane.
I don't think it's very likely that she won't get the certificate, but as a hypothetical question, should she be stopped from even starting the course?

When I'm able to think again, I have to decide if I'd rather work at the zoo or a small animal practice next year.
To much to do, to little time.

And a psa: Don't wear hiking boots when driving a car - the pedals are much closer to the sole of the shoes than you'd expect.

*sniff*

How can a nose be clogged and running at the same time?

Yes, I know I'm whining.
I don't get really ill *knocks wood* and enjoy exaggerating.
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