Eh ... the world of veterinary dog care, anyway. Yesterday, Sarah (my boss lady, though she probably hates being called that) gave me a present: my own walky-talky phone. So far, I only went to grab an extra one when I was the only worker on duty, in case reception needed something. But now, I have been accorded one of my very own, with my name on it, to take with me every hour of every day. I feel so very official.

The reason, incidentally, is because that one worker of ours just disappeared abruptly a week or so ago (see: previous rant). So I'm basically filling in the ranks. And this is good, because that's what it's been feeling like, responsibility-wise. So ... go me, I guess. :P

And I got to see a really huge firework today. Hooray.