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I DID IT.
all ten pieces, all on time. early, in fact.
*WHEW*
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now on to the other fourteen. by friday.
oy.
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this cat crunchie thing is getting way out of control. i even barricaded off the cat box, to no avail. the little fuckah can sneak his way over there and i never know until i hear those horrifying smacking sounds and the aroma of cat poop (never the greatest fragrance in the best of situations) permeates the air, sending me into paroxysms of disgust.
so. GROSS.
it's a full time job trying to train a puppy. (you notice i said "trying".) i had no idea. he wears mah ass OUT.
****
persistent. the little fuckah is persistent. that's probably a good lesson for me.
****
speaking of which, off i go. finish laundry, vacuum, try to nap, pack up, hit the road. i'm out from 2-11, which is a long-assed day. off tomorrow.
i so. hate. this. schedule.
*sigh*
****
oh. my first night there, i checked someone in all by myself. (hellfire, not like i haven't done it a freakin' million times, of course i have) Miss S made a big deal of telling the GM how i was showing off. that's exactly what she said.
so, with three years experience, should i just be sitting there like a dumbass with my thumb up my nether regions?
see if i check in someone in front of her again. NOT HAPPENING.
i'm armed and fabulous.
****
my ass is dragging already, i don't mind telling you, and i still have that story nagging me.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
all ten pieces, all on time. early, in fact.
*WHEW*
****
now on to the other fourteen. by friday.
oy.
****
this cat crunchie thing is getting way out of control. i even barricaded off the cat box, to no avail. the little fuckah can sneak his way over there and i never know until i hear those horrifying smacking sounds and the aroma of cat poop (never the greatest fragrance in the best of situations) permeates the air, sending me into paroxysms of disgust.
so. GROSS.
it's a full time job trying to train a puppy. (you notice i said "trying".) i had no idea. he wears mah ass OUT.
****
persistent. the little fuckah is persistent. that's probably a good lesson for me.
****
speaking of which, off i go. finish laundry, vacuum, try to nap, pack up, hit the road. i'm out from 2-11, which is a long-assed day. off tomorrow.
i so. hate. this. schedule.
*sigh*
****
oh. my first night there, i checked someone in all by myself. (hellfire, not like i haven't done it a freakin' million times, of course i have) Miss S made a big deal of telling the GM how i was showing off. that's exactly what she said.
so, with three years experience, should i just be sitting there like a dumbass with my thumb up my nether regions?
see if i check in someone in front of her again. NOT HAPPENING.
i'm armed and fabulous.
****
my ass is dragging already, i don't mind telling you, and i still have that story nagging me.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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