(Also, Mrs. Nator looks damn hot in a business suit. Not that I think that was the major factor.)
This evening, after I hurt my back, I called the Director of the vet clinic. I told her I had wanted to check in and touch base with her about what the head tech had told me, but I was hoping it could wait until next Saturday, because I injured my back and would have to go to the chiropractor, rather than making my volunteer shift. I emphasized that I really liked it there and wanted to keep volunteering, but since the head tech told me there probably wouldn't be a full-time position there soon, I'd need to look for something else within a couple weeks. I told her I'd be grateful if she had any suggestions for other holistic clinics that might be looking for someone like me.
By the end of the conversation, the Director was telling me there'd been some kind of miscommunication, and that they definitely want to figure out a way to fit me in the rotation and train me to work there full-time. We scheduled a meeting next week with me, her, the head tech and the head of the front desk, so they can work out a schedule for me.
And, I have to say that after stretching, icing, and ibuprofen, my back feels much better. This good news might just have helped a bit, too. What a difference a few hours makes!
Move over, Brangelina: everybody wants us! Aren't we fabulous?