It seems like forever ago that I last set aside time to write a journal, and time has been moving incredibly quickly recently, so with nothing better to do that listen too good old Terry Wogan insult every other country on the Eurovision Song Contest (hes the only reason I watch it, coz lets face it, nobody could watch it for the "music"), now seemed as good a time as any to write about nothing in particular.

The past couple of months have been a bit insane, and part of the reason that I havent had time to write a journal before. As some of you might know I am a veterinary nurse, and had been working in the same practice for well over 5 years. Gradually things were getting worse for the nurses, with staffing levels getting lower, but the workload moving in the opposite direction. I had half heartedly thought about looking for another job, but never got round to getting my lazy arse in gear and doing something about it. Then one Tuesday evening at the end of March I was trying to find an advert in a veterinary journal to show my dad when I came across an advert for a nurses job at the practice in my village. I didnt take all that much notice, but my mum persuaded me to apply, reminding me that I had nothing too loose, and the following day I re-wrote my CV (having not even looked at it for years), and dropped it in to them. That evening I had a phone call to arrange an interview, which took place two days later. It had all gone well, the practice was just like I remembered it from when I used to take my own animals there, and the job seemed great - I would actually be nursing and have the time to actually do my job properly, so I waited to hear back from them, which I would be told would be a week to a week and a half later. However, the following day I had a phonecall asking me to go in for a few hours to see how I got on with everyone. It seemed that I had made a good impression, so when monday came I found myself back there again. Just as I had expected, everyone was really nice, and I left a couple of hours later with the job.

Unfortunately the next day was April the 1st - not the best day to hand your notice in, but less than a week after applying that is exactly what I did. Next followed a manic month of filling in paper work, making sure that the nurse I was leaving behind knew how to do all the jobs I had been doing, phonecalls, etc, but it seems that it was all worth it. I started my new job one the first of May, and almost a month later I cant believe how much better things are. Its been a tiring month, trying to learn a new practices policies and a new computer system, which after the previous one I was used to that must have been around with the ark seems too straight forward to be true, but it looks as though it is going to be worth it in the end

As a result of all this I dont think I have submitted as many pictures as I could have considering how many I have taken, but despite this my work seems to have been getting more notice, and I have had a few occassions when I have come online and cant believe how many messages I have had. Thank you to all of my watchers for your continued support, I find it amazing that anyone is interested enough in my work to actually want to watch me. A couple of years ago I would never have guessed that I would be spending my spare time on a website such as this, or drawing in Photoshop, afterall, I used to get comments on my art homework such as "did you just draw around this?" (to which the answer was yes *g*), so I truely am greatful to everyone that shows an interest in my work

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