Thoughts of my first job rushed back into me as I pulled open the front door of the veterinary clinic. My son carried his sick cat past me and headed to the receptionist’s desk. I took a breath. “Oh my goodness,” I thought. “This place smells just like the animal hospital back home.”
And it really did. When I was sixteen and thought someday I might want to be a veterinarian, I worked part-time at the local animal hospital. It was not glorious employment.