At the start of my last year of high school I was sent on a work experience course one day a week at a veterinary clinic. I always loved animals and knew in some way I would end up working with them, this course easily set my career path on track. At the end of that year as I finished school forever, I already had employment at the clinic as a vet nurse student. I began studying theory in conjunction with being employed and all going well, I was to be a qualified vet nurse in two years. I loved my job and my junior role was so exciting. It was a busy clinic with three vet’s and four nurses, five including me – one senior and three trained. The senior nurse ran a tight ship, she was a trifle scary and I avoided her as much as possible. She was a buxom woman with exceptionally large breasts that sat on her waist and her hair was pulled back so tight her eyebrows stretched across her forehead. The other staff behind her back called her Mrs T, you know from The A Team – and just like B.A.
