*Quake*

Results this morning.

I Am Nervous.

Oh, and two of the ferrets are going in for ops today - Fuzzbutt is going to be castrated and Bear is getting vasectomised. Argh. Teh Nerves.

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I failed my practicals. Two out of four. Radiography and Medical/Fluid Therapy.

And I was so sure...

*Sigh*

Well, I might diss the place a lot - but there are times when my colleagues come through for me.

I opened my results over the dental table - well, you don't just wander off in the middle of an anaesthetic - and when the black news broke you could hear 'what?!' and 'no!' and other such exclamations from all over the practice. I spoke to Karen - she's the lass I do job share with - and she's come in and taken over from me. She's going to do my shift. Thank fuck, because right now the last place I want to be is there.

Everyone's been lovely, and in a bizarre kind of a way it's making it harder - I feel like I've let everyone down. I worked so hard. And I was so sure--

Oh well.

I think I'm going to curl up in bed with a cup of tea and the cats and read a book. Or nap. Or cy. Or something.

So far this week?

Life:2 Andy:0

*Sigh*

Random thought of the day...

I just realised that I got my very first tattoo on or around the 18th of March 2005. *Snort*

Blimey, when I get into something I don't fuck about, do I? *Laughs*