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Wednesday, December 10th, 2008 03:33 pm
I showed up to the vet clinic around 2:30 to drop off some extra goodies from a recent party. Cookies, sodas, some fudge, fruit jellies... I won't eat them, so I need them out of the house.

Three people were clustered around an anesthetized dog, masked, doing dental work. One more was carrying stuff through the hallway. Another loaded laundry. Workmen swarmed the place, doing construction on what will eventually be the treatment room. The owner of the clinic squeezed into the room, still gowned from surgery, but with his gloves off and holding a clipboard. There was no place to so much as set down any food.

"Oh, thank you!" L said, seeing my hands full. "None of us have had lunch."

I poked a ginger cookie around A's mask while she took a breather. No lunch for anybody by 2:30 in the afternoon, eh? It gets just as intense there as it does in the software world. No surprise, really.

I found myself thinking that at least with the animals, there's a point to it all. In the software world, nine out of ten all-nighters are on code that will be thrown away before it ever goes anywhere. That dog getting his teeth cleaned probably has a nine out of ten chance of NOT getting thrown away.

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