Pro's And Con's Of James Harriots` Job

Section: Book Reports

He got a call one night at 3:15A.M. to come help a farmer with his mane having trouble giving birth. He remembers, My stomach contracted to a tight ball. This was a little bit too much; once out of bed in the middle of the night was bad enough, but twice was unfair, in fact it was sheer cruelty. I had had a hard day and had been glad to crawl between the sheets at midnight. I had been hauled out once at one o´clock to a damned awkward calving and hadn´t got back till nearly three. What time is it now? Three fifteen. Good god, I had only had a few minutes´ sleep. And a foaling! Twice as difficult as a calving as a rule. What a life! What a bloody awful life! A gentleman, back in the school days, told him if you ever become a veterinary surgeon you will have a life of endless interest and variety. James thought that old chap was certainly wasn´t kidding, variety. That was it variety. Variety is something you rarely get residing in the city. Every day you see the same buildings, go to the same office, meet the same people, and pretty much do the same work all year long. But as vet it´s the extreme opposite. After a hard days work, Harriot wonders, but then I might have been in an office with the window tight shut against the petrol fumes and the traffic noise, the desk light shining on the columns of figures, my bowler hat hanging on the wall. Living in the city doesn´t come without its rewards. Even though you are a slave to the cities seemingly endless redundant, same way of life; it doesn´t come without its rewards. Having finished helping a lamb with its birth a little past midnight James tries to keep out the black thoughts; about those people I knew who were still in bed and would only leave it when their alarm clocks rang; and they would read their papers over breakfast and drive out in their cosy banks or insurance offices. Maybe I should have been a doctor-they treated their patients in nice, warm bedrooms.

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