Just spastic enough to be charming
2004-05-21 || zzzzz
Hearing: "Dance, Dance (The Mexican)" Thalia

God, I am beyond tired right now. I didn't sleep very well last night and had to wake up at the ass crack of dawn (thank you) so I could run to get money out of the ATM before he headed to work. Sure, the money was for a good cause but that still doesn't change the fact that all day, I've tripped, stumbled and nearly passed out in every chair I sat in. But hey, after I finish dinner, I can pass out and die. I wanted to get the kitchen cleaned today but hell, right now I'm in the "that can wait until tomorrow" mood. The living room is clean, the bedroom is clean, the bathroom is clean, the spare bedroom, well, the spare bedroom is the room where the litter box and all our moving boxes are so that's never really "clean" but it's all right. Four out of five rooms ain't so bad, eh? Besides, I'm grilling hamburgers (yes, this would make it the third night, I think... they're tasty, leave me alone) because I don't feel like cooking and I want to have the cat and dog outside with me. That's right, I said cat and dog because damnit, the little fucker has gotten out too many times to count now. The advisor at the damned PACT Humane Society emailed me back informing me that they somehow forgot to inform us that the cat used to be an outdoor cat and is "used to roaming around outside". Hm. Anyway, her final suggestion (after drops, micro-chipping and buying a 70 dollar cage at PetSmart) is to take the cat outside in the yard and see if that satisfies his urge to run around. I don't know what I'm supposed to do if he climbs the fence and hightails it out of here but here's to hoping that doesn't happen.

I just got a phone call back from the grooming position I applied for a week or two ago. They would have to send me to Denver for two weeks to train for the position but they pay for airfare, lodging and the actual time spent with the trainer, all I'd have to take care of is my meals. The position wouldn't start until mid July so I'd have to work at my current job until then. Then I suppose I'd just give a notice, go to Denver and start working with the company. Of course, the chances of me getting it are slim to none but she stated on the phone that she was impressed by my previous experience with animals and volunteering and that I seemed like an ideal candidate. We talked for a few minutes about White German Shepherds and running your own pet rescue, something she does on the side along with the grooming and something I'd like to eventually do. Ugh, I can't believe it but I even told her that salary wasn't important, I just wanted the hands-on experience and she said "WONDERFUL" but then proceeded to tell me that I get 40% of whatever I make in a day (it's 60 dollars for one dog and an average day includes 5-9 dogs) plus tips and if it's a slow day, there is a minimum of 100 dollars per day. It's full-time with benefits and Jesus, I hope she calls me back soon.

My aunt is in town and supposedly she's started her own medical transcription business. She told Mom that she thinks I should start my own but she doesn't seem to realize that in a town this big, you aren't going to get squat unless you're certified. She says that with my typing and computer skills, I should be able to set a low price and get a ton of business. I still think that it would involve getting certain papers from the village/state or do you not need those if you're running a business from your own home? I told her I would look into what I'd have to do online but really, if it's going to cost a fortune to start it up, it's not worth it because who can guarantee that I'll make any money? Still, she seemed rather insistent on me at least checking into it.

Well, time to fire up the grill, throw in a load of laundry and try not to fall down face first into the hamburger meat. Tomorrow we're supposed to go to the Zoo but I don't know if that's still on the schedule anymore. If it is, expect lots of pictures because I'm getting batteries for the damn digital camera. Eh, that reminds me, I need to send his mother and sister the pictures from Navy Pier. Oy. I swear, I'm sending them tomorrow!



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