“What do you do for work?” What I’m expecting her to say is: admin, or office shit, or marketing, or something that townie girls like her seem to do. But her answer surprises me a little. “I’m a vet. But I’m only in training.” The second part is tacked on hastily. Like she’s quick to point out a perceived flaw. A vet student on her work placements. While hearing that puts some parts of this story into context, it still doesn’t explain the panic attack. From what I understand, their apprenticeship programs can span a few years of part-time work, nothing to warrant a dive off the deep end about.
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