Last Friday
Dec. 9th, 2005 07:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideToday was Tricia's last day at work. It was all right until about the last half hour or so, when we were working on this one dog and I realized that it was the last animal we'd work on together. It was this bloodhound with a cheek abcsess who was dripping pus from its face and shooting diarrhea all over the table. As we were knocking it out for surgery, we sang our "Spay Pack In An Autoclave" Christmas song that we wrote together about six years ago.
Fridays are going to suck. Thursdays are going to be weird. They won't suck, because Kim and I are still going to have our Thursday get togethers, but it's just going to take a lot of getting over. It's just Kim and I now. Like Kim said when we found out Tricia was leaving: "When you've only got two good friends, and one of them leaves, it's a big deal."
I don't respond well to change.
Fridays are going to suck. Thursdays are going to be weird. They won't suck, because Kim and I are still going to have our Thursday get togethers, but it's just going to take a lot of getting over. It's just Kim and I now. Like Kim said when we found out Tricia was leaving: "When you've only got two good friends, and one of them leaves, it's a big deal."
I don't respond well to change.
