The On-Call Vet's Kitchen

I just wanted to share with you all the disarray my life has become. Somehow through vet school I managed to have everything on a schedule despite the countless hours of studying and being gone. Now that there is just me and I'm not on-call every day of the week you'd think it would be a walk in the park, a walk on easy street, a piece of cake. Who needs an Easy button?? Well apparently I am incapable of being the organized, ever-put-together woman I used to be.

Here is an official picture of the on-call vet's kitchen:

Isn't that a sight? The dishwasher is full of dishes albeit clean ones. The crock pot has lost its feet. The margarita glasses are still sitting there from last weekend. And, of course, let's throw my stethoscope, pen, bandage scissors and the like into the mix instead of putting them away where they go. There's even some new hair product from one of the girls at the clinic. Didn't you know that belongs in the kitchen? (Speaking of that hair product -- coming soon, "The Chronicles of Dr. Sexy Hair)

And while we are at it...here is the on-call vet's laundry room:

All I have to say is, "OH MY GOSH." That's terrible and smelly.