Basically, that's my life's goal. (See above Post Title). All I want to be around; have my life filled with; work with are the aforementioned items/things/whatever. I worked as a veterinary assistant for nearly five years at a podunk animal hospital in the valley. I loved it most of the time for a few reasons: the clients loved me and I loved them (I loved their animals and they laughed at my jokes....the humans, not the animals) and obviously that is the quickest way to my egocentric heart: Laugh at my jokes and I'll love you forever. But just to BE in the company of animals constantly was heaven. My boss, not so much. The Doctor (who shall remain nameless) did NOT love animals in anywhere NEAR the same stratosphere that I did and was just a difficult person in general, to put it charitably. It was the only time in my professional life where I quit a job in a fiery blaze of angry glory: I left him a letter during his lunch hour, explaining to him in a myriad of r...