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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Umbran" data-source="post: 6857078" data-attributes="member: 177">This one only barely fits, but what the hey...Back while in grad school, I did a bit of work on the side doing tech support for a veterinary practice.  I'm by no means an IT professional, but I can hook up a new printer to a network, make the scanner put things to the right folders, shepherd OS updates, and so on.  They paid me reasonably good money to do that, and handle some occasional things at the front desk.One day, I'm busy with the scanner, when one of the techs comes out front to tell me they needed a hand back in the hospital portion of the building.  I figured that one of the workstations was misbehaving, but I was incorrect.It is important to note that these days, the veterinary profession is mostly female.  I was the only person in the building over 5'3" in height and associated build.She walks me back to see... a great dane, rather than a workstation.  I'd met him when he came in, and he was a happy, friendly, goofy galumphing fellow, in to have certain bits removed.  His owners had wanted to breed him at least once, so he'd reached full size before having the procedures, so he was 150+ lbs.  I was the only creature in the building to outweigh him.  But, rather than his energetic, goofy self, he was quite placid.  Completely unconscious, actually, flopped out snoring on a very narrow staircase.  Pre-medication for anesthesia is supposed to make animals a little drowsy, but this big fellow had had the idiosyncratic reaction of becoming entirely unconscious.  The tech had gotten him halfway down the stairs when he'd decided to sit his butt down, and she couldn't get him to move before he just decided to lie down and nap it off.  So, there I am trying to play forklift with 150+ pounds of deadweight, floppy, gangling legged dog, trying to get him onto the surgical table for the techs who have no hope of being able to lift this guy.That was when he decided to let loose his apparently extremely full bladder, and pee all over me.  Here I am, in my tidy button down shirt and khakis, now covered in extremely smelly doggie fluids, which make him *slippery* on top of being limp and heavy.  I eventually manage to get him onto the table, and all is well...Except, I have five hours left in my shift, and I'm soaked and stinky.  Normally, they have an easy answer for this - there are always extra surgical scrubs around in such places.  Except, as noted, everyone else in the hospital is 5'3" of small women, and all the scrubs are for them, not the one 6'3" well-over 200 lb me.  Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself like an overstuffed sausage into the one set of women's large scrubs they could find in the hospital while my clothes went in the laundry.I think I may be the only person who got peed on and had to dress in drag while working in IT.  If I'm not, I don't want to know about it.</blockquote>

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