I don't gain much from travelling 28 miles to work every day - regardless as to whether or not the animals do. Yet, I always get there early. I always do every room and cage on time, quickly and properly, but still I get grief.

Wednesday was a pretty remarkable week in terms of mood. To go from lolling about on a cupboard, to crying away in a locked toilet is rather impressive if I'm honest. It is best to mention first that... as a human, when you are in a good mood and nothing has upset you in a long time, even a slight look or word could shatter you in a thousand pieces. But, on to the story.

I'd rolled on up to work as usual - early - Lucy told me that she was stuck working with me another day {{ Great. As if you hadn't been a bitchy burden to me for the past two days anyway... }}. Since the newbies had started, everything was getting finished quicker; supposedly a good thing, but not really - seeing as there was nothing to do. Back on track, Lucy & I had finished our room quickly - annoyingly, a little too quickly and we'd been granted the honour of having to do the worst jobs going. Cleaning the bowls, scrubbing the doors and, uh... hoovering the carpets.

That's when it all went wrong. That is the point I wanted to crawl out of my body and just turn hollow. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Sarah {{ one of the vet.-nurse's and also conveniently enough, my mentor }}, came marauding down the corridor with a fox in her hands, about to pop it in a cage. I was sitting there, minding my own business, hoovering away at this stupid, manky carpet in boredom when I hear a rather brash: "Ai!". I should define that that "Ai!" is more of an "Oi!" as opposed to an "Ai!" in pain. An "Ai!" of "LOOK AT ME BEFORE I STAB YOU!".

In my surprise, I turn around and had only just seen her, fox and all. "That is so dangerous. I almost tripped over with a fox that nearly bit me!" At that point, I was pretty pissed off. I just threw the hoover on the ground and shut it off with a more-than-annoyed sigh. She continued to rattle off at me {{ a sentence I no longer remember }} once she'd delivered her fox. I told her: "That's where I was shown it goes." in reference to the plug socket. There are no plug sockets in that building. None. So I had to reach up to one that was practically attached to the ceiling. Hence why she "tripped over" it. Like grown-ups, we ignored each other for the rest of the evening.

She gave me a further bollocking and I fled to the toilet in anger and pain. Had the pain not been there, yeah, it would have been a different matter. My tabard and gloves were still outside and I could hear people mounding around outside the door. My face was probably red and wet and would've attracted the attention I didn't need. I kept to myself for the rest of the night, reassursing myself that I was fine. Reassuring everybody else that everything was fine, including my mother. Everything was fine though. I think.

At lunch, on Thursday, I turned out to be the talk of the table and I had questions being given to me left, right and centre. Ele & Hayley had asked me why Sarah had shouted at me. I was stumped as to how anybody knew in the first place, given that we were the only two around. I certainly hadn't told anyone and Sarah isn't likely to have of told a student. Hayley had told me that she was "way out of order" and I had to agree with her. Sarah hadn't even stepped over the cable when I looked to her feet during that same {{ everlasting }} moment. I told them that it felt like a partnership had been severed. That was how it felt. It still does, admittedly. She was too over the top. I was, in so many words, heartbroken.

The past is the past now though, but I think we are still rather hostile to each other. I pissed her off and she let me down. Perhaps my early shift on Sunday will go down better. Perhaps my early shift on Sunday will go down in flames. Though it'll probably be the latter. Dean is back on Sunday and I have missed him greatly, so I hope the week will be better. One can only hope...