For years, she didn’t know when she’d get home from work, so she put the rest of her life – including her plans to start a family – on hold.Įventually, 13 years after she began her dream job, Carpentier quit. “We were starting at seven in the morning and sometimes we finished at midnight, then I’d have to be back at seven the next day,” says Carpentier. But when one issue was resolved, another appeared. She moved around in veterinary medicine, switching clinics and specialties to try and mitigate the problems. She encountered toxic colleagues, abusive pet owners and low paycheques, plus extremely long work hours.
And when she got her first job in the field, she thought: “I’ve won at life.”īut Carpentier soon realised her dream job wasn’t as dreamy as it seemed. But she was undeterred, and decided to train as a veterinary technician instead. “When I was a kid, playing family with my friends, I always wanted to be the dog of the house,” she says.Ĭarpentier, who lives in Montréal, Canada, didn’t have the grades to study veterinary medicine at university. For as long as she can remember, 33-year-old Vanessa Carpentier wanted to work with animals.
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