Dear really crappy vet hospital,
I am in an awe for words on what assholes you all are. Finding out earlier tonight while half way through my internship that you are terminating me is total crap. I worked hard, and always did my best. I cleaned every day, asked questions, and was polite to everyone. For you to terminate me because I didn't "fit in with the other girls at the practice" is total shit. Those people yelled at me for no reason, nor did they ever give me good or bad advice with anything. No one ever had the balls to tell me I was doing anything wrong the entire four weeks I was there. You took the cheep way out and instead of helping me, terminated me without really explaining why. Apparently there was a target on my back from week one, and no one told me then either. Apparently I am learning the hard way how to graduate.
You think you might have won, but one day you will be sorry you don't have me working for you. Mark my words, I am better then you gave me credit for.
Sincerely,
Rachel
P.S. Learn how to take better care of your patients. As in, not playing favorites - and being there for every animal that comes into your office.
8.22.2011
8.01.2011
Dear Mom,
Lately, I find myself staring into Reggie's eyes and asking him what the meaning to life is. I'm searching for a soulful response, but am always given the look back saying, I really don't know either.
Gosh I miss you. I know if I asked you what the meaning of life is, you'd have something inspiring to say. I'd be in aw of your wisdom, and ponder often about what you said. If only I could just have words of encouragement from you. I don't handle change well. We both know that without a doubt. As a 13 year old girl I couldn't sleep over at a friends house, because I couldn't stand sleeping somewhere else besides my bed. I'd call you right when it was time to go to bed crying. I wanted to go home.
That feeling has never left me. Working at xango was like being in a very nice room with a king size bed, and the air at a crisp 68 degrees. Leaving seemed easy enough, although now at my externship I'm in a very unfamiliar place. I find myself wanting to cry in the bathroom, because I feel so out of place. I am starting from the ground up. It is silly to feel this way though. Just like my friends house, the new hospital I am at treats me well. The people are nice, and so far I haven't been yelled at by a doctor. So far I am doing well. Trying my hardest, but yet still feeling like I am falling short somehow. I come home thinking about how I could have done things better. I can't enjoy my time with Brandon, because I am too busy thinking about what I will have to do tomorrow. I want to shed everything off me when I leave that place for the day. I want to come home and feel recharged for the next day. I want to call you and cry over the phone over how much I hate change. I want to hear you sympathize with me and my situation, then tell me I can get through this. That most likely everyone has felt the way I do now.
For now I'll write you this letter and hope somewhere you are reading it. I'll trust in myself that I am doing the right thing, and wherever this path leads me will be the correct one. That is what you'd want me to do. Although, all of this would be a lot easier if Reggie could just tell me the meaning of life.
I love you with everything that I am.
-Rachel
Gosh I miss you. I know if I asked you what the meaning of life is, you'd have something inspiring to say. I'd be in aw of your wisdom, and ponder often about what you said. If only I could just have words of encouragement from you. I don't handle change well. We both know that without a doubt. As a 13 year old girl I couldn't sleep over at a friends house, because I couldn't stand sleeping somewhere else besides my bed. I'd call you right when it was time to go to bed crying. I wanted to go home.
That feeling has never left me. Working at xango was like being in a very nice room with a king size bed, and the air at a crisp 68 degrees. Leaving seemed easy enough, although now at my externship I'm in a very unfamiliar place. I find myself wanting to cry in the bathroom, because I feel so out of place. I am starting from the ground up. It is silly to feel this way though. Just like my friends house, the new hospital I am at treats me well. The people are nice, and so far I haven't been yelled at by a doctor. So far I am doing well. Trying my hardest, but yet still feeling like I am falling short somehow. I come home thinking about how I could have done things better. I can't enjoy my time with Brandon, because I am too busy thinking about what I will have to do tomorrow. I want to shed everything off me when I leave that place for the day. I want to come home and feel recharged for the next day. I want to call you and cry over the phone over how much I hate change. I want to hear you sympathize with me and my situation, then tell me I can get through this. That most likely everyone has felt the way I do now.
For now I'll write you this letter and hope somewhere you are reading it. I'll trust in myself that I am doing the right thing, and wherever this path leads me will be the correct one. That is what you'd want me to do. Although, all of this would be a lot easier if Reggie could just tell me the meaning of life.
I love you with everything that I am.
-Rachel
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