Silence of the Cows

Oh I am not even kidding about this post.

The universe and my co-workers have a sick sense of "holiday humor". I may have to punk them later...


So the company I work for does Medical Device testing and needed actual blood to run the study. Seeing as ritual blood-letting has been a long abandoned practice and murder is illegal, they have to acquire this biological substance at a slaughterhouse. Dear God in Heaven.... I HATE those places.
I had to do a internship there during college for my Animal Science Degree and it SUCKED. I cried on an hourly basis, threw up, and felt like I should just throw myself into oncoming traffic for witnessing the horror's that those poor animals were going through.

Not only was I having to pay a visit to this "livestock death camp", I had to transport the "byproducts" IN MY OWN CAR.
What the effing F*CK?!

It is a tad late for a "hazing" here at my job. But Really?!... omfg

The truly laughable part is that we are required to clearly label the buckets of blood in case you get into an accident during transport. It is for the city to know how to properly clean and dispose of any "waste" that may end up on the highway/road you are on. Who gives a crap if it gets all over you or your car?...
I'd be more concerned about the possibility of the interior of my car looking like a murder scene.

Yeah well, I wasn't about to take that chance... I bagged that bucket 4 individual times while zip tieing it to death (no pun intended). So disgusting.
No to mention that not only do the employees of the slaughterhouse bring you your bucket of blood, it's all steamy and chit so you know it was a recent kill. *Faints*

So then I have to whip out a huge 20cc syringe and put in Heparin to stop the blood from clotting so that it can be used on our medical devices.
Oh and I have to use a ginormous spoon to stir the anticoagulant in. Someone must hate me. I'm convinced.

Never Ever again.

I was seriously waiting to see "Hannibal Lecter"... and to be greeted with the famous line :

"Hello Clarice"... I think I may have heard that in the distance while trying to block out the moo'ing cows.

So damn depressing. I think am going to take a shower and cry myself to sleep tonight. I hate this part of my job.

My weekend escape can't come soon enough!

Love,

"Jill"