It is now two months into my career transition from an Administrative Assistant to that of a Veterinary Technician Assistant.
The transition was subtle and quiet.
My former job was mundane and my interest waned. I arrived at my new job on day two and was tossed into ‘trial by fire’ for on that day the boss had me deal with cat/dog restraints, surgeries, and filling chemo prescriptions. I survived and did not faint or throw up during the surgery.
The cat restraints look like this:
I complained at one time of sitting too much at the former job-now I stand for eight hours a shift. I eat lunch standing, I fill prescriptions standing, I assist with surgery standing…I stand.
I complained at one time of being disturbed during my one hour lunch break. Now, there are no lunch hour breaks, no five-minute break, no eating my bagel before starting the day’s work. No break.
I complained about the mundane repetitive duties. Now, some duties are repetitive but the clients and animals always present a new experience.
I complained about boredom and no room for growth. I now give medical injections and express the bladder of the resident kitty, who cannot do so on her own, as well as walking and cleaning up after dog boarders and medical boarders while simultaneously running the washer and dryer and cleaning up cat litter trays…this stops here.
Am I unhappy with the transition? No. Do I miss my other job? No. Have I thought about my other job? No.
After a shift, I return home pumped with adrenaline from the day’s work and it takes a while for it to dissipate. I do not come home stressed out or angry. I do not go to work stressed out and angry.
My former job:
The sound of work at my current job:
I like my current job.
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