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September 28, 2007
Vets, kittens and strings.. oh my!
It's been a pretty dramatic week. I'm eternally grateful it's finally Friday. We took Yuki the Destroyer™ to the vet on Monday to get her surgery to prevent kitten spawning. I hadn't really given it much thought prior to taking her, that there's a possibility that they do things of that nature differently in this country. All the kittens and cats I've known that had this done, come home with a little nick on their belly and that's about the end of the story. Well, not here.
- Get snow to get the cat carrier down from storage with out killing himself.
- Get kitten into the carrier.
- Try talking to the kitten in the car, saying that it's for her own good and it'll be fine. (This step is more for the humans to feel better though I think)
- Take scared kitten into the vet's office and try not to get upset when leaving.
- Wait until noon to call them to find out how she is. Forcing yourself to have some self control and not call them every 15 minutes for status reports.
- Run out of work to go fetch the kitten.
- Look in horror as the kitten has a shaved square on her side about the size of one of those tear-off desk calendars. Try not to get upset at the Frankenkitty presented to you.
- Tenderly take kitten home and let her out of the cage. Treat her like a queen.
- Notice kitten eyeing the stitches. Hangie strings! [kitten bites strings]
- Snow and I take fifteen minutes to wrangle up the cat and figure out the "lamp shade" collar mechanism. Get collar on kitten. [2.5 seconds go by] Kitten gets out of collar. Humans give up on collar.
- Realize on day 4 that kitten has pulled out stitches. Call vet.
- [Repeat steps 1-3]
- Vet then GLUES kitten o_O
The end.
Yeah, so now we have a glued together kitten. I guess no one ever came up with the idea to make the veterinary surgical thread have a foul taste to it so animals wouldn't want to eat it? I suppose they'd argue that they still need to lick around the wounds, but surely they could so something? The fact that they do the surgery on the critter's side here is strange too. Now she's gonna look like a hobo for the next six months. I'm just glad she's ok though. What an ordeal!
In other news... I started playing FFXI some what again. I'm going to try and only play on weekends though. I don't want to make it a daily habit again, unless snow let's me hire a maid and personal chef? *light bulb* It's good to play again though. Madsen had to help me find the way through Castle Zvhal Baileys on Sunday, so the time off has definitely not improved my navigational skills.
In other, other news... I'm on the third book [High Lord] of the Black Magician Trilogy by Trudi Canavan. I really like these books and recommend them to anyone that is in the mood for magical bookie goodness. ^_^
Ok, lunch break over. Happy Friday everyone!
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September 20, 2007
The naku returneth...
First off.. Hi! Yeah I'm going to skip all that "hey, I still love you but I'm too busy to tell you things" song and dance. Let's just talk turkey as we say in the states. We say that because we eat turkeys on Thanksgiving and the people here where I am now, don't abide by the same turkey gods. Silly euros. Snow broke the server!! Blame him! Well, it was really only broken for a few days and is still broken in fact. I'm typing this in a text edit or... ew. I'll let him live I suppose. So, an update is on the menu tonight? Let's make it a juicy medium-rare one since it's been so long.
I miss writing. I miss listening to music. I miss FFXI. There is a perfectly good reason I don't partake in the festivities anymore and tonight I figured it out. My computer chair here sucks like one of those really expensive vacuum cleaners the housewives swear by. Yeah sounds like a lame excuse? Well you try sitting on a fold-up director chair from B&Q that doesn't even have your name on the back signifying that you've made a movie! I sit in it for five minutes and I'm ready to retire to a different room. It's horrible. You ask yourself, "then why are you writing your long lost crew tonight from your rickety fourteen pound chair naku?" My answer is simple. Snow is away in London for work and I stole his chair. He's got this big, sexy, black. cushy, ACTOR chair. You know they don't make Brad Pitt sit in those fold-up pieces of shit. Well tonight I am Brad Pitt and my normal chair is looking at this one as if to say... she's never sitting on me again is she?
End scene one.
Right, so talking turkey now that the ugly chair business is out of the way. I am alone tonight and not taking it very well and need to talk. I'm feeling somewhat pathetic since all of my US people aren't home from work yet with that pesky time difference and all, and snow is away. I have no idea what time it is in Mexico or I'd call Ainge and since me and the math don't get along, I thought it best just to write something here and work out the apparent problem I have with "blogging" (dirty word makes me feel icky inside). This actually ties in with the next paragraph!
The infamous Ainge came to visit us on our baby island a few weeks ago. He wrote all about it. Apparently I cook good and he doesn't like onions. Oops my bad, I'm half polish and we put onions in EVERYTHING. I actually had such a good time when he was here. It felt like a part of our family was leaving when he left. He neglected to tell everyone however that we stayed up so late on Sunday before he was to leave with this evil pear cider made by the swedes. Ended up that we all slept right through taking him to the airport the next day! So the three of us morons in a panic... get up and try and figure out what to do. We get him a ride home on the ferry which is like basically a short little tour to see how bad hell is and if you should behave for the rest of your life so you don't end up there. Yeah we felt shitty about that. It was the most comical ending to a fantastic weekend though. Snow and I don't like waking up... really. But Ainge we love you and want you to come back to admire all of our sheep. <3
My Mom came to visit too :D She loved the island and we took her to see Scotland (my other half even though the Polish seems to dominate most of the time). It was beautiful. I would live in Edinburgh if given the chance. Snow's lovely sis Kat lives there and I am envious ^_^ She can shop in other stores besides M&S which is about all we have on the island. We got lost a lot and I suck at navigation, but it was fun for me. I got to take my Mom to Scotland. It was kind of my dream since I moved here which might sound silly. I felt bad that the food here is complete crap. That was really the only bad part. Thank god I can cook or Mom would have starved and we'd have had to put a tiny skeleton on Euromanx airlines. I wish she could have stayed longer.. so we could have showed her more. I wish I could be close enough to drive over and hang out with her too. -_- I really think that the only ugly thing about this island is that I can't hop in the car and go see my family. It was so hard to see her go.
My Dad and Step mom came to visit a month later... shows how long since I've written *looks at chair in dismay* It was so enjoyable. I really do love having an excuse to go around the island and look at the historical places here. I know it sounds dull, but it's fun and usually there's an ice cream vendor hanging around! I know they were worried not being able to put a "face" to where I was living. I really felt proud showing them around here though. There are no ghettos, no bad parts. It was just so nice to chill out with them and have them escape their real world for a while. This place has a habit of doing that to you if you're not careful.
I found out today that I need to take another 2 weeks vacation before end of November or I'll lose it. I really want to go home. I might. For Taco Bell's sake and the value of the dollar at the moment, I might just have to! I'm going to come up with something tomorrow. Talk to the powers that be in my new position at the jobby. The job!
BEGIN SCENE: THE JOB
I had major issues job-wise for a while. I was hurting badly... due to a really horrific manager. I didn't kiss ass, I told the truth. Well, the real truth of how the business world works all over the world hit me square in the face. I'm short. I'm a female. I'm American. I know the business... I've been doing this for years. They basically told me I had an "attitude problem". Yeah. Guess what... I do. I have the attitude that you can't lie to get in a job and expect people to kiss your ass. Nothing comes for free. I worked my tail off for years to know the shit I do and I get nothing for it. My only saving grace was that I actually have talent. So, to get away from this guy I requested to be on the design team. I was on the web monkey team. I walked in... suited up with my portfolio and dealt with these people I see every day like... do not fuck with me. They didn't, and moved me to the design team. I'm so happy now. Working with talented people again is a breath of fresh air. I feel born again. The work is six times as stressful, but in a different way. Now I take on new things like I'm in the ring facing Shao Kahn.Yes, my job is more like Mortal Kombat than it is General Hospital. That makes me happy.
FADE OUT... QUE SLEEPS
**Update**
Snow fixed the server so I can actually post the above. I can say that I'm writing this small bit on a brand spanking new chair that I bought for myself today, inspired by the angst in the opening paragraph. My 'puter got an overhaul too thanks to the snowy. It apparently can now do dishes and pick my clothing out for the day. So far all I've tested is writing this bit but I fully intend to bust out the FFXI and possibly WoW and try to make myself like it.
I think that was his secret evil plan... give me a tricked out, blue glowy machine so that I'll play WoW with him and therefore he won't feel guilty spending every waking hour doing so. Good plan I reckon. So with the ugly chair business taken care of, I might actually spend more time doing things of the computery sort again. Only time will tell!
fin.
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