A lot of Viet restaurants seem to enjoy using this laughing cow as a logo. It bears a striking resemblance to the cow on those little cheese rounds. It also looks human, which is only distressing if you dwell on it.
I always wondered why these cows were laughing. Do cows find the prospect of having their sides and legs chopped off to be made into soup humourous? Maybe it's not a happy laugh, but an insane kind of cackle, one that a crazy cow would get. A MAD cow. Or maybe it's a picture of a cow about to sneeze. People look all kinds of weird when they're about to sneeze.
Whatever the reason, lately I've been finding myself relating to the cow who laughs. In fact, I look on the cow as something of a role model. That's right. A farm animal you can look up to.
Being on this psych rotation has made me realize how much I put into clerking. Before I came here, where people work civilized hours and and try to maintain some semblance of a functional subset of society, I had to give a lot to the hospital. Sacrificing free time, my nights, my dignity, my youth... Many times I'd felt like maybe I'd given up just a little more than I was getting back.
But there's no real alternative. I'm in too far to back out now. I'm far along enough to think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. All I have to do now is endure.
That's how this cow must feel. "Jesus they're going after my rump roast. MY RUMP ROAST. For mooing out loud how much more can they take? You can't get blood from a stone you hungry bastards! YOU HUNGRY BASTARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS! Oh wait, cud coming up .... gotta chew..."
And when I feel like I've given all I can, when I've been sucked dry of all the energy I was hoarding to take home, there's nothing I can do but laugh. Laugh laugh laugh. I don't laugh because it's funny. I laugh because there's no other way to deal with it. Ha ha ha! I have no life! Ha ha ha! A cow, being a ruminant, must have done a lot of thinking. I bet she came to the same conclusion. When someone's taking away every last piece of you and there's nothing you can do, might as well laugh.
Ah laughing cow. We're bred from the same stock. Sort of.
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