tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the shitter This was a bad morning. One of the cats pooped on the bathroom rug. This is unacceptable and will hasten that particular cat�s (Ivy � duh) last trip to the vet (you know � The Green Mile*) if it becomes a habit as I do not enjoy cleaning up stinky poo the consistency of soft-serve ice cream first thing in the morning and I don�t imagine that there�s a drug to cure inappropriate pooping as there is for inappropriate peeing. Overnight, two pimples that I am unable to JUST LEAVE ALONE had the gall to spring up just to the right of my chin. Then there was a ginormous 2-alarm fire that blocked my route to work this morning. I hate frantically scrabbling around to find a back-up route with all the other rerouted folk. Once I was back on my way to work there was a traffic light out at a big intersection. To cap it all off, there�s supposed to be a major snowstorm that will hit the Chicagoland area right in time for my evening commute to the gym. I can already tell it�s going to be a banner day. * Lest any of you think I am cold-hearted, evil and/or uncaring for even considering having one of my cats put to sleep please be aware that this decision will trouble me to no end and is the culmination of many sleepless nights, screaming matches, and crying jags. If I thought I could find another home for her I certainly would, however the average Joe isn�t looking for an aloof cat with weight and hygiene issues that might pee all over his sofa and bed � and that�s IF she decides she likes the person. If she doesn�t she will hiss when they come near and might even attack them. More and more we have to lock her up when guests come over to make sure she doesn�t go postal on them. If I had a room available to isolate her in that might be an option too, but right now, and for the next year at the least, I have no such room. Currently my spare room is stacked with cardboard boxes containing most of my worldly possessions and I don�t know about you, but I don�t want my worldly possessions peed upon. The woman who sits in the cube adjacent to mine at work is normally a fine neighbor. She isn�t chatty, she doesn�t play her radio too loudly, she has no offensive odors, she goes away at lunchtime leaving me in peace, but�. (as PeeWee says, there�s always a big but(t)�) she has this irritating habit of whenever anyone thanks her for anything she says, �no problem.� While this is an irritating habit in and of itself (whatever happened to a nice cheery, �you�re welcome!�) it�s more her accent that drives me nutso. She�s from another country and the way it comes out is, �no prolem.� Petty? Yes, but it drives me cra-zee. Resolution Diary: 2:18 p.m. - 2006-01-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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