Yes, peoples you read right. I packed my bags and am now off on a big fat guilt trip!
I was working with Whatawaste this afternoon. Not even an hour ago. And some of the animals we were working with were being particularly difficult. I jokingly said to Whatawaste "You know if you stress them enough, they stop moving."
My supervisor came around to tell me it was almost time to go. I thought I'd help him a bit more and squeeze in one more procedure before I left. But that particular animal had some serious attitude. I told it I'd stress it into oblivion and it started behaving. So I finished what I had to do (and I did it perfectly) and put her back with her mates.
Only she wasn't moving. All of my jokes bit me on the arse and it hurts.
I feel so terrible now. These things do happen. Whatawaste was kind and understanding. The type of niceness that makes you feel about two inches tall. You're kicking yourself, and you know you should be, but no-one else is. I wish he'd yelled at me.
I'm baking a chocolate cake. Only its not going to be full sized. I think I ate about half of the batter.