The Watchman
It was two o’clock in the morning and I was folding laundry when I heard a child scream. I just about browned my pants before I realized that it was just a dog in pain because of an amputation earlier that day. In that spirit, I wrote the Watchman, which in no way reflects my current work environment…
To give out a general update, I’ve been employed by a veterinary clinic up in North Las Vegas as a graveyard shift watchman. Monitor the animals, do the laundry, clean the treatment area, and try to stay awake for twelve hours at a time.