May 19, 2013

  • 'squiters are vicious

    being a 3nd shifter, I pull one of those deals where I wake up this morning thinking it's 6:30 pm (DOH!).  I've done it many o' time before (usually after one of my  weekend benders), only realizing the sun's in the wrong spot when we're on our pooperdog walk...silly.  speakin' of one day weekends, I have plans to head over to my local hardware store last night (to pick up a spigot, etc), and maybe do some Boston Market, when Brian (almost neighbor/room mate) asks if I can doggy sit his peroxide blondie's dog, followed by Mark (work friend) texting me about coming over.  suddenly, I find myself scrapping said plans and rushing to get something to eat to accommodate,  only to come to the realization that I only have a one day weekend, I'm gonna do what I planned.  I text Mark and Brian back letting them know I won't be available and continue on with my mission, picking up a couple of sixers of craft beer on the way home, to dig on whilst catching up on Netflix (Archer, Judge Dredd, etc). it was a good night to relax.

    a solid week of 12 hour days ending with an 8 on Friday night will bring a huge paycheck next week.  I'm completely burned out!  good news is that the stalag is finally hiring temps in on a second shift schedule.  they haven't scrapped the idea of 3-8's like I thought they had [awesome!].  I can't wait to do my 2pm to 10pm thang once it starts...then I can only cross my fingers that it will remain in place for more than 3 weeks (like the last time they attempted thiswhatevah).  I'm thinkin' if it turns out to be a failed experiment, I'll have to put in my 2 weeks notice (I know; I've said that many times before, and, like a dumb-ass, I keep going backwhatevah).

    *itching while typing* man, those 'squiters  are vicious this time of year!  I do love spring time, but does there have to be blood sucking critters flying about so heavily?!  nein!

     

    so, as I'm typing this, Brian pokes his head in and mentions he fed Rosie some expensive moist food (he likes to take over at times, mentioning that his moist food costs $3 a can).  I just fed her a half a can of moist food with a handful of dry.  then he starts throwing snacks all over the floor.  dude!  she's gonna bust at the seams if we BOTH feed her.  he doesn't seem to care.  oh well. it's not like she's a show dog or an athlete.  if anything, she'll die of old age with a full bellysilly *fart*

     

     

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