(I thought I’d elaborate on the similarities between the two jobs, using my least favorite joke template)
…when you look at an animal, you’re picturing it dead and cut open.
…all your clothes are stained, but you can’t remember from which animal and from which fluid.
…you work with animals and then immediately eat lunch without washing your hands because sweat and dirt are just as good as soap.
…your best scars are teeth marks.
…you shop at thrift stores because you feel too guilty to ruin new clothes.
…when you think about sex, at least some part of your mind is thinking about breeding inherited traits.
…you always carry a knife because of course you do, and why is everyone so bothered by this?
…you have been literally deeper in shit than anyone else, and it no longer bothers you.
…you’re better with animals than you are with people, even if you don’t like said animals.
…your fashion palette consists of earthtones, various greens, grey, dark grey, Realtree, and occasionally faded denim.
…if you own a car, it smells like your work.
…you have a very, very complicated love-hate relationship with the weather.
…you will casually tell people you caught X horrible disease from an animal and not notice their confused, horrified expressions.
…your feet are a crime scene.
…in your dreams, you fight animals.
…in your nightmares, you have a desk job.
…if you have an intern, they are disposable.
…you have heard and/or seen your coworkers peeing. Often not five meters away from where you’re working.
…you have a vastly different perception of the word “organic” than the rest of the world.
…you get to wear a great hat.