If you believe in the Olsen over the Mayo-Hager, and that a 4.0 GPA is a badge of missed opportunity, and that there are no bad clients (Heck, no good or bad anyone but -just “people”), doing the best they can, and that there exists a diverse population of beautiful humans who honor us by entrusting us to put our best foot forward in treating their beloved animals...
If you believe that we barely know anything, that our knuckles drag, and what we believe as truth will change (as history has revealed)...
If you believe that the thirst for the next edge of knowledge to be the best we can be is the essence of life…
If you have the stamina to pull the fetlock of a slippery calf around the smooth jelly-like uterus when every muscle fiber in your arm is long gone. if seeing that little thing struggle and sneeze when you tickle its nose with straw makes you cry...
If you can strap on your brain and not let big Pharma tell you how to think, or challenge some of those well-intentioned professors who have been incesstually protected by a limited data set of their own ecosystem - yet not buy in-to the “old school” empirical observers who haven’t quite adopted the fact that, “Yes, we are all knuckle draggers - every self-proclaimed, enlightened arrogant, aware !%$.ing one of us!”...
If expiration dates make you cringe, recognizing that at 12:01am that bag of plasma doesn’t self-explode or become instantly tainted - that life is in the art of the compromise...
If you sat mostly in the back row or middle of the class, only sitting in the front row if you had to stay awake after lunch…
If you’re not afraid to take the vast soup of professional knowledge that you’ve worked so hard to acquire, listening intently to your inner being and actually act on it, learning to become intimate friends with your intuition allowing the correct diagnoses to rise to the top…
If the feeling of being alive can be created when the snow hits your face or there are four full exam rooms with two emergencies on the way
If you really, really, love people...
If you can think three dimensionally to not only be the vein, but let the eyes on the ends of your fingers tell you the size of that mass on a spleen, or just how old that fetus is that just shot a kick back when you touched it...
If you both love and hate technology, wrapping your head around this magnificent new paradigm that has the ability to both save us and destroy us...
If corporate ownership of the most beautiful profession in the world terrifies you, yet there is always a right path with the right questions.
If you want to join our hybrid culture of a bar, university, museum, library and sanctuary, living in the moment of our crazy momentorium (and occasional insanitorium) that we call “VetExperts”, please send us that resume, and let’s shake hands, look into each other’s beedy eyes, and see if your spirit wants to claim, “This will be home.”
Please send resume and inquiries to jobs@vetexperts.com
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