regardless, i've juggled my schedule to fit in classes that i needed, i've worked 17 hour days, had a bowl of cereal for dinner numerous nights when all i had time for was to brush my teeth and go to bed so that i'd get at least 5 hours sleep...
yes. i'm grateful for the work, but dammit, you laced your flexibility with a little bit of hell. hell for franny. i'll have approx. 140 hours of sick time, who am i supposed to call in to? when i'm the one that has to open the place???
what keeps franny going?
-impending graduation spring 2002
-hands on at the vet hospital (see what franny can actually do)
-hands on at the farm (never worked on cows and horses)
-the gorgeously painted door to springtime (it'll be here soon enough)
-a trip to big sky country, a moonlit walk with a duck
-becoming a nurse (albeit an animal nurse) my mom's dream never realized
-framing my license
-and always, the promise of a new day to try harder, do better, feel happier and appreciate how even though people can get under my skin, eventually they slough off with the dead cells...