Rolling in it

Today's workday started with a twist when I felt something hitting the back of my head just before entering to the Veterinary clinic. I peeled off my hood (luckily I was wearing one) and noticed a huge dollop of Seagulls droppings. The perpetrator flew past and I am pretty sure that he was envy of all of his mates with his bull's eye.

The day didn't improve much for me as the first client, chubby Westie, weed on me when I was holding him during the blood sampling. I had approximately two minutes between the clients, so I managed to speed wash part of my shirt. Funny how the wet material collects all the hairs and dust around- in couple of hours I looked like Chewbacca. Just before the lunch time I got a phone call from the owner of one of the pets we saw earlier in the morning. He said that he forgot to pick up the receipt part of the invoice and he'd like me to send that to him. The trouble was, that I had already chucked the receipt to the bin, thinking that he left it behind on purpose and didn't need it. I confessed the fact, but the gentleman was adamant that he'd like to have the receipt, dirty or not. I had a look trough the contents of the bin and managed to find the invoice in one piece- but it wasn't a pretty sight covered in undeterminable secretions with cat litter icing. I did my very best to clear it up, but I was still wondering if it was safe to handle it without the gloves- pity I didn't have a perfume with me for a finishing touch.