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Bad Juju In The Air
Where's the job faerie when you need it?
I doesn't get better. It just gets progressively worse. I walked into a complete wall of chaos today. I had to go pick up an animal that they took to the wrong vet this morning- boneheads didn't read the paperwork. On the trip I witnessed two separate assholes with road rage. Thankfully not on me, but near me.
News crews crawling around the shelter when I needed to get work done. Stupid fluff news stories. Pffft. And then we get told, starting today, the cats are gonna be free! That it's plastered all over the internet and TV. So a million people show up. I wanted to shoot myself. Two people gave donations of the umpteen "free" adoptions we did. $3 and $8. Fuckin' stupid executives coming up with this lame idea. Most of these people probably can't afford to even have a pet- but it's "free"! So lets all be impulsive! Fucking lame.
I get to the gym. I did 45 minutes on the bike and 75 crunches. I figure I should start small since it was my first day back in a month and a half. So that went ok.
Dropped some foster stuff off with my mum. My dad complained that I wasn't sticking around. Hell, you should invite me over sometime if you actually want me to stay, father, but I've got shit to do. I may live with my sister and her husband, but that doesn't mean that I don't run a whole household myself and shit needs to get done. Nobody does for me. Only I do.
Got home to take a shower and start some laundry. I got a dog house from a neighbor that I loaned her from the shelter. She was taking care of a neighborhood stray. Now she's moving out. Tomorrow she's bringing the cat to the shelter. I hope he passes testing, but he's not too keen on anybody but her. Maybe another sad story coming.
Two of my friends that I don't talk to horribly often contacted me today. One lives in Vegas, the other here in town. Both may be breaking up their long term relationships. Geez. Bad shit all around.
I'm sitting here with my ratties on the bed, out for their nightly visit. My Slinky looks awful. I've not actually witnessed her eating solid food in at least a week. She's nibbled at the yogurt I put out for them on the bed nightly, but that's about it. I've tried to bribe her with wheat thins, cereal, peas- all sorts of things she used to grab with eagerness. She doesn't even pick these things up. She's breathing pretty heavily, and the antibiotics I'm giving her don't seem to be helping- which tells me it just might be something congenital that won't be fixed by medicine. She's still mobile, and alert for the most part. So maybe with her I should count my blessings. I love the little girl. My poor little baby.
Sway seems in fine spirits- but I don't know if her wound is healing or if the antibiotics are actually doing anything for her. She still eats like a horse- but she never stopped that. I'm not horribly worried about her though.
I think Slink knows something is going on though. She's a little less active than usual and she's my youngest at only about a year and a half now.
I've only worked one day and I'm praying for my days off.
If I hadn't gone to the gym today, I might be hanging from the rafters by now.
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