2004-11-01
6:53 a.m.
Stay with me, people
Ah, procrastination. My oldest friend. Right now I should be getting dressed and being on my merry way to work, but I thought it might be a good idea to drop everything and update diaryland. Let's see how quickly I can type.
It's actually my last week at this job, can I get an amen. How lovely that after friday I will never, ever, ever, have to call some sick persone and say "I see you're 60 days past due, would you like for me to set you up on a payment plan?" Collections is hands down the worst career choice for a big soft pushover like me.
On a different note, I had to go to the airport friday night to pick up my brother's cat. He had it airshipped from Sacramento rather than drive it cross-country. So I get to the airport, show the lady in the baggage office my little slip, and my ID, and she brings out the carrier. If you couldn't see the fur pouring out of the breathing holes in the carrier, I would swear my brother just stuffed a concrete block in there. I called Troy a number of choice words and told him that in no uncertain terms, he was Bringing The Damn Car Around.
We get home, let kitty out in the spare bedroom, a.k.a "the cat room" since the only ones that sleep on that bed are, the cats. I open the grate to the carrier, and out walks a frigging bobcat. This cat is huge, enourmous. I thought mine was big, but now I know he's just a fatass. This cat is a monster. And he looks exactly like my brother. He's a Scottish Fold, so his ears don't stick up like most cats. It gives him the appearance of a really round head. And then his front legs are bowed in. The cat is duckfooted. Just like my brother. How cute they must look standing side by side.
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My boss, the woman who was first in line when god gave out arm hair, says to me friday "We'll have to go out to dinner sometime, you, me, Troy & Brian." OH SHIT. It's hard enough to work with those arms nearby. Even when she's in her office, I can still see them. I know they're there. Can you IMAGINE trying to EAT with those babies looking at you? Now I have always believed that shaving/waxing one's arm hair is a personal decision and should be left up to said person. But this lady, she puts Tom Selleck to shame in the grizzly-arm hair competition. It's unlike anything I've ever seen in my life. You know what to happen to food dropped in that area?
Leftovers!
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