May 20, 1967 - Saturday
A lots been happening lately.
Last Tuesday the head kennel worker quit so I've had to get up at 5:30
everyday since. I have to be at work by 6 to feed and run the dogs. We
must have about 20 dogs and 15 cats and I have to make sure that all are
changed to clean cages and given food. Joe, the guy who quit, actually
lived at the hospital with his wife. She worked the front office and
he took care of the animals in the back. As for now, I have to keep
working every morning (except Sun) until the doctors can hire a new couple.
It's not easy getting cleaned up in time for school.
This morning I went to work
and one of the other boys who works was there. He's been working for
about a year but because of track practice he only works every other
weekend. It sure is hard working with him there because he's formed
his own routine and since we both do the same things it gets kind of
confusing. At least I'm the only one on the weekdays.
Anyway today I wanted a
little time off so I told the doctor that I needed to go to San Diego to run
an errand. I was going to try some skin diving but I of course, left
that part out. When I told Doctor Smith what I had planned he decided that
as long as I was going over to San Diego, I might as well take over a dead
dog that needed to be delivered to the pound where they cremate animals.
Thus I spent the morning meant for the beach instead, driving around
San Diego with a dead dog in my car. I couldn't find the place and
must of spent hours looking. After that I had lost interest in skin
diving and just came home.
May 21, 1967
I got up at 11 today cause I
needed the extra sleep. Tomorrow I'm working again and up up at 5:30.
The whole day has been
overcast but pretty warm. This is the way it gets at this time every
year. For some reason I really enjoy it. I like to drive all
over the place when it's very dark and gloomy. I guess I like it
because every year on the last day of school it's like this and I associate
it with that. This is my favorite time of year. Whenever I think
back I always have pleasant memories of this season.
I also drove to Glorrieta Bay
today with Kirk and messed around throwing rocks at beer cans.
Last night Barry and I
saw "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken". It was pretty pitiful but funny.
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