So it feels like all I've been doing lately is working, in one capacity or another. While the money certainly is welcome, it sometimes seems a little overmuch... but oh well. Soon I'll be going back to school (which I honestly have mixed feelings about) and there will be no more work except for the recital crew at school, which will be just enough to kill social plans about 2 nights a week. *shrug* Big deal.
Anyway- I don't feel like writing a terribly great deal of an update (my apologies), but I feel as though I owe it to you few readers to let you know exactly what's been up in Rachel-land. Like I said before, alot of work lately. I don't think I've had a day off where I'm not working in one capacity or another for an entire day for over a week now. Last week I was either working up at the kennel, tutoring, and then ended the week babysitting. Yeah, I'm a glutton for punishment. Although, talking about punishment and babysitting, traffic going up Stacy Rd. is terrible- for any local readers, avoid that little stretch at all costs if it's not like 7:00 AM. Even then it's still not the best, but my house's proximity to that road makes it the most viable option. Still, it probably took me 15 minutes alone on Friday to get down that little stretch of road between Greenville and 75- no joke. It. Was. A. Mess. Actually, that whole evening was somewhat of a mess, since I ended up being 20 minutes late to babysitting and was unable to go in and talk to my boss at the kennel since I was so late. Sad day.
Saturday, though, takes the cake for worst days. I got up to the alarm, got ready, headed out to the car and was cruisin down the street when two pit lookin' puppies ran out into the road. There's not a happy ending here: I braked but it wasn't enough, and even had I swerved, at least one of the puppies would have been injured. As it was, I ran over a puppy, had the most terrible feeling in the world as I looked behind me to see that poor thing lying in the road, and probably came the closest I've ever been to having heart-related issues. It was terrible: I was calling on God and my mother to come help me that whole time. The puppy didn't survive- there was too much blood lost, and likely a few bones broken. The terrible thing, though, was that the puppy's owners didn't seem all that upset- I think I was more broken up about it than they were. All I could do was keep apologizing to them, meanwhile becoming late to work (again). I had to cut apologies short so I could go, and on the verge of tears I drove to work as usual.
The morning went alright- took us something like 3 hours to get the morning cleaning/dog let out done, which is a bit absurd, but there were a lot of dogs. I was rather excited to finally be going to lunch, because I was going to meet Alex at OTB for lunch. We met, had some good guacamole, were nearly forgotten by the waiter, and finally parted so I could get back to work by 3. Then, terrible thing #2: as I'm slowly backing out of the parking spot, this lady in a Caddilac comes in out of my range of vision, and so I manage to back into her. Freakin. Fantastic. So I just feel my heart sink to my toes as I pull the four inches back into my spot, and am seriously about ready to throw my car keys into the nearest trash receptacle and buy a horse, since I was doubting if I should be allowed to drive a car anymore. The lady, unfortunately, was kind of a brusque and not-understanding sort of person, and was adamant that she got every relevant detail off of me so that her precious Caddy could get back to its ugly gold glory. Meanwhile, I'm feeling worse and worse, and can practically see my self-esteem meter plummeting into the ground. Alex, thank heavens, stayed with me, and I'm pleased to say I was able to keep my composure up until my parents finally arrived. By the by, for any of you who haven't had to make that phone call to your parents informing them you've had an accident, I can tell you that it is one of the worst phone calls to make, because you just know that they'll be either angry or at minimum disappointed. *sigh* It wasn't good times. After dinking around with this accident thing for like 20 minutes, my parents showed up and I made my mom drive me back up to work (since I couldn't, of course, get through on the phones since the office was closed), where I promptly went in, told my boss I needed the rest of the day off to "deal with all this accident/insurance crap", and left work. I was such a mess- I'm still not quite over it, to tell the truth, but I'm trying not to think about that much anymore.
Anyway, I also had to work Sunday and yesterday at the kennel, and then today I went over to help with the Allen flute camp, which was actually a lot of fun. :) I played a page of my solo from last semester (which, by the by, isn't such a hot idea when you haven't picked up your instrument all summer...), and got to help out some middle schoolers with their duets, which was really fun. I could totally see myself teaching flute lessons one day, but that will probably be a ways off- I've got a lot to learn between now and then. It was a really fun experience to be able to do that and help these girls (and boy), although I was rather shocked when one girl I was working with told me she had never learned/played an E flat scale. It's the freakin' band scale, the one you play so much you can do it in your sleep: but she had never played it in her life. Oh. Me. Aside from that, though, I'm fairly confident that the flute studio of Allen is fairly well established and definitely has potential.
After that I motored off to work at the tutoring center, which wasn't bad. I gave a test to a first grader, helped a girl with her crazy high school math on NovaNet (which, by the by, is the stupidest thing in the history of ever), and ran to the convenience store at the other end of the shopping center in order to pick up a non-nutritious pseudo-lunch of a diet cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper and a bag of Ritz bits peanut butter sandwiches. Filled me up right, I daresay, especially since I didn't exactly eat lunch.
In other news, I was struck by inspiration and finally have an idea for a potential full-length book. It's about (what else) Tudor England, told from the perspective of Catherine Carey. Since I doubt anyone's ever heard of her, she's the eldest daughter of Mary Boleyn (yes, she was related to Anne Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII, and consequently was beheaded). Funnily (yes, it is a word) enough, a lot of people claimed Catherine and her brother Henry were both bastards (yes, I said it- its got historical context!) of King Henry VIII, seeing as their mother was the King's mistress for a number of years. Special, really, when you think that Henry married Mary's sister about 10 years later. Anyway, this little idea has spawned 3 pages on Word of drivel, and then another 5 which is simply a catalogue of all the dates I could possibly need for any of the characters in this story; it's still not done. Lots of research will have to be done, I think, and unfortunately, when it comes to non-fiction, Allen's library sucks, so I'll have to wait until I get to SFA again for some of these books (which their library *has*).
Anyway, it's high time I get off and get to sleep. The alarm goes off at 6:15, which is always a couple hours too early for my liking. Until later,
~r
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I have bruises
Okay, so most of you who know me would know by now that bruises aren't that uncommon for me. Due to my normally klutzy nature, a new one always seems to pop up every week or so, most often on my shin, although it should be noted that somehow I managed to bruise BOTH my big toes (so much so that the toenail fell off on my left foot- whoops).
But enough about bruises. They're relevant, but not for a little bit here. So- work! Yes, I worked my traditional 10 hour shift yesterday at the kennel. I was terribly tired yesterday for some reason, so before noon I was already into my second can of diet coke of the morning. Yesterday was one of those lovely days that I was called to work up at the front desk- Yay!!! It's far more enjoyable than doing battle with laundry or bathing dogs and ending up soaked. I found out yesterday that one of my co-workers had to give one particularly hyperactive dog a bath and came out soaked. Being the nice person I am, I simply laughed and told the person who told me that I would've paid someone just so I got out of giving that crazy dog a bath. But anyway- desk. So there's a crew of about 4 receptionists that work up at the front routinely, and yesterday morning I had the distinct *pleasure* of working with the one who considers me fairly much inept. Of course, it didn't help that all the calls I answered, it seemed, were from clients who wanted outlandish things like info if a dog had any labwork done within the past year, or wanted to get their kitten declawed and neutered and get all the shots involved... Ugh, it was a mess, and I felt inept by the time that lady left, since she was always wanting to check over my work. *sigh* The afternoon perked up, though, when the other receptionist took over for the AM one, and since I really like working with the afternoon receptionist a great deal better, it was all good.
The only real headache that I ever encounter up front is when the pet owners are inept. Just like you see people in the grocery who's kid is just hollering and banging their fists in agitation against their mom's shoulder screaming that they want those cookies NOW and that she'd better buy them... well, you get the picture, but anyway, just like some people do not need to be parents, some people really shouldn't be pet owners. I had to deal with this family who wanted to board their three dogs, none of which appeared to be current on vaccinations, then cancelled a reservation for one of their dogs then wanted to reschedule that one dog... Ugh, suffice to say it was a mess. Anyway, I must've spent half my time up at the desk calling two different animal hospitals trying to get shot records (since heaven forbid you take all your dogs to the same freakin' clinic), finding out that one of the dogs was in the system under a different last name, calling the owners who say that, oh yes, all our dogs are quite up to date on their shots, fielding calls from the owners (where, by the way, the husband apparently didn't ever tell the wife what the heck he was doing about all this, and vice versa), listening to their crazy household going on behind them, hearing about how this family couldn't come to a conclusive decision about how best to get the dogs vaccinated, and what they should do, and everyone's got an opinion on what's supposed to be done...
In short: utter. chaos.
In the end, I left the desk around 4 to help in the back again, doing the closing stuff for the kennel area, and these people were still not in the system, although I had started them around 10:45 that morning. Sad.
So, as I go into the back, I'm pretty carefree. Take out dogs, oversee things: shouldn't be bad, right? I totally forget how one of the vet techs had come up front to regale us with the story of how difficult one of the dogs was to get into his cage after getting the nasal bordatella vaccine. But don't worry: I'm soon reminded. We let out our big group, and as they're all coming back in, it's me and the new kennel worker who are scrambling about, trying to herd these big dogs back into their runs and shut the door in time so they don't get back out. Usually you have maybe one challenging dog that you have to kind of shove inside and close the door really quickly on, but it's not so bad.
And then, there was Kobe.
Kobe is this massive yellow lab, who you'd swear is related to some sort of tank, except for the fact that he slobbers EVERYWHERE! He had just come in that morning, so none of us really knew what he was like, especially not me, and so I go grab him by the collar and start to bring him towards his cage like I do for every other dog. Except this is Kobe, and about 5 feet from his cage door, he plants his butt on the concrete floor (which, thank the lord, is the smooth and somewhat slippery stuff) and refuses to budge. Okay, fine: some dogs are difficult, and this is his first night here, I reason. Sure- fine. I'm kinda frustrated with the dog, since there's like a scabillion other things that need doing and I really want to get going closer to 6 than 6:30 like what usually happens, and so I just gut it up and start pulling the dog to the cage. I fancy myself fairly strong, so I'm okay with dragging. We get into the cage, I let go, and he darts out the cage door. Damn it. Take 2: I hold onto his choke chain this time and attempt to maneuver my way out while another kennel staff holds the cage door this time, but this stupid dog will NOT stay in, and is pushing against me trying his hardest to get out. I can't hold on to his collar with more than one arm, since I'm rather flattening myself up against the wall to make myself as narrow as possible so I can squeeze out the gate, but with every inch I gained, he gained one, too. So I end up banging my shoulder into the gate as I try to get out, pushing the dog back all the while, whang my wrist in the process, all while realizing that this dog has slobbered all over my once dry pant leg. Obviously, I did get out, but not before hitting more parts of my body than I did when I fell down the stairs once. It. Was. Unfun.
Anyway, aside from all that, I have a relatively light day today. Just a 2 hour shift at the tutoring place in terms of work, and I'll be free until Saturday, when I work again. But I'm happy, at least I get tomorrow off, and I didn't have to work up there today: 22 dogs were supposed to be coming into the kennel today, which to give you a guide is probably more than we see come in in a week. Yup- people love their dogs, but not enough to take 'em with or get them home on time. I think I got 3 phone calls in 2 hours yesterday from the front saying "So-and-so's owner called, and so-and-so's gonna be staying with us another night." Seriously people: I understand, your flight gets delayed, it's gonna happen, but would you please dispense with this notion that we've got unlimited room??
Anyway, /endrant, and I'll go toddle away to retrieve my freshly ironed pattern pieces. (Check the other blog for an idea of what the heck I'm talking about).
Cheers!
~r
But enough about bruises. They're relevant, but not for a little bit here. So- work! Yes, I worked my traditional 10 hour shift yesterday at the kennel. I was terribly tired yesterday for some reason, so before noon I was already into my second can of diet coke of the morning. Yesterday was one of those lovely days that I was called to work up at the front desk- Yay!!! It's far more enjoyable than doing battle with laundry or bathing dogs and ending up soaked. I found out yesterday that one of my co-workers had to give one particularly hyperactive dog a bath and came out soaked. Being the nice person I am, I simply laughed and told the person who told me that I would've paid someone just so I got out of giving that crazy dog a bath. But anyway- desk. So there's a crew of about 4 receptionists that work up at the front routinely, and yesterday morning I had the distinct *pleasure* of working with the one who considers me fairly much inept. Of course, it didn't help that all the calls I answered, it seemed, were from clients who wanted outlandish things like info if a dog had any labwork done within the past year, or wanted to get their kitten declawed and neutered and get all the shots involved... Ugh, it was a mess, and I felt inept by the time that lady left, since she was always wanting to check over my work. *sigh* The afternoon perked up, though, when the other receptionist took over for the AM one, and since I really like working with the afternoon receptionist a great deal better, it was all good.
The only real headache that I ever encounter up front is when the pet owners are inept. Just like you see people in the grocery who's kid is just hollering and banging their fists in agitation against their mom's shoulder screaming that they want those cookies NOW and that she'd better buy them... well, you get the picture, but anyway, just like some people do not need to be parents, some people really shouldn't be pet owners. I had to deal with this family who wanted to board their three dogs, none of which appeared to be current on vaccinations, then cancelled a reservation for one of their dogs then wanted to reschedule that one dog... Ugh, suffice to say it was a mess. Anyway, I must've spent half my time up at the desk calling two different animal hospitals trying to get shot records (since heaven forbid you take all your dogs to the same freakin' clinic), finding out that one of the dogs was in the system under a different last name, calling the owners who say that, oh yes, all our dogs are quite up to date on their shots, fielding calls from the owners (where, by the way, the husband apparently didn't ever tell the wife what the heck he was doing about all this, and vice versa), listening to their crazy household going on behind them, hearing about how this family couldn't come to a conclusive decision about how best to get the dogs vaccinated, and what they should do, and everyone's got an opinion on what's supposed to be done...
In short: utter. chaos.
In the end, I left the desk around 4 to help in the back again, doing the closing stuff for the kennel area, and these people were still not in the system, although I had started them around 10:45 that morning. Sad.
So, as I go into the back, I'm pretty carefree. Take out dogs, oversee things: shouldn't be bad, right? I totally forget how one of the vet techs had come up front to regale us with the story of how difficult one of the dogs was to get into his cage after getting the nasal bordatella vaccine. But don't worry: I'm soon reminded. We let out our big group, and as they're all coming back in, it's me and the new kennel worker who are scrambling about, trying to herd these big dogs back into their runs and shut the door in time so they don't get back out. Usually you have maybe one challenging dog that you have to kind of shove inside and close the door really quickly on, but it's not so bad.
And then, there was Kobe.
Kobe is this massive yellow lab, who you'd swear is related to some sort of tank, except for the fact that he slobbers EVERYWHERE! He had just come in that morning, so none of us really knew what he was like, especially not me, and so I go grab him by the collar and start to bring him towards his cage like I do for every other dog. Except this is Kobe, and about 5 feet from his cage door, he plants his butt on the concrete floor (which, thank the lord, is the smooth and somewhat slippery stuff) and refuses to budge. Okay, fine: some dogs are difficult, and this is his first night here, I reason. Sure- fine. I'm kinda frustrated with the dog, since there's like a scabillion other things that need doing and I really want to get going closer to 6 than 6:30 like what usually happens, and so I just gut it up and start pulling the dog to the cage. I fancy myself fairly strong, so I'm okay with dragging. We get into the cage, I let go, and he darts out the cage door. Damn it. Take 2: I hold onto his choke chain this time and attempt to maneuver my way out while another kennel staff holds the cage door this time, but this stupid dog will NOT stay in, and is pushing against me trying his hardest to get out. I can't hold on to his collar with more than one arm, since I'm rather flattening myself up against the wall to make myself as narrow as possible so I can squeeze out the gate, but with every inch I gained, he gained one, too. So I end up banging my shoulder into the gate as I try to get out, pushing the dog back all the while, whang my wrist in the process, all while realizing that this dog has slobbered all over my once dry pant leg. Obviously, I did get out, but not before hitting more parts of my body than I did when I fell down the stairs once. It. Was. Unfun.
Anyway, aside from all that, I have a relatively light day today. Just a 2 hour shift at the tutoring place in terms of work, and I'll be free until Saturday, when I work again. But I'm happy, at least I get tomorrow off, and I didn't have to work up there today: 22 dogs were supposed to be coming into the kennel today, which to give you a guide is probably more than we see come in in a week. Yup- people love their dogs, but not enough to take 'em with or get them home on time. I think I got 3 phone calls in 2 hours yesterday from the front saying "So-and-so's owner called, and so-and-so's gonna be staying with us another night." Seriously people: I understand, your flight gets delayed, it's gonna happen, but would you please dispense with this notion that we've got unlimited room??
Anyway, /endrant, and I'll go toddle away to retrieve my freshly ironed pattern pieces. (Check the other blog for an idea of what the heck I'm talking about).
Cheers!
~r
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Time for an update much?
Ha: so, funny story....
Really, there isn't one. I've just been stupendously lazy and haven't updated at all. Go figure. Guess these old habits die hard: but to think, when I first got a blog like a year ago, that's all I seemed to do was post. Crazy. Well, I suppose I've become older and (somewhat) wiser, and have discovered the joys that are face to face or phone comunicado. Or IM: IM still is best.
So yeah! Onto an update of my life since mid-May. In short:
-Had a devil of a time finding a job. Nobody seemed to want to hire a college kid for summer employment! Geez! Here I was thinking I was a shoo in... guess not. I felt bad, because for awhile there I was sincerely thinking that I would have to just lie and say that I wasn't going to return to SFA in the fall just so they'd hire me and I could quit when I had to go back. But that would make me feel cravitzy and that's no good.
-Got Job 1: Tutoring Center. Great! The owner calls me back like three weeks after I had interviewed there and offers me 4 meager hours a week, 2 each on T/R. Okay, well, it's a start, I tell myself. At least it's semi-gainful employment. Plus, you can't beat the location: the place is literally less than 5 minutes away down Exchange. Yes!! So I take that, and so began my tutoring odyssey.
-I checked craigslist.org (which, by the way, is a fabulous site: if you haven't gone there yet, go now) like a madwoman just looking for any other jobs that I could take that would supplement the tutoring gig. I sent out entirely too many emails, copies of my resume, and burnt gas up just dropping off all these applications at what seemed like everywhere. I did get one interview for a night receptionist position, and drove all the way to Plano to interview only to be told that there was a mistake and they really were looking for someone on a more permanent basis. The lady who interviews me then wraps with something along the lines of "We'll call you if we can't find anybody better." Way to raise the ole' self-esteem meter, lady. Thanks a ton. Other than that interview, though, nobody responds.
-Then, I come across (on craigslist) a magical post: kennel assistant needed in Kinney. Great! I think- I worked for years at the Animal Shelter doing probably what these people would want me to do, and wasn't even paid for it! If I could get paid to do that, which I did enjoy doing, that would make my day! So I check, summer employment is just fine to this guy, and I email him a resume, and an interview and a few phone calls later, I've got Job #2 bagged. Yes. Not only that, but it's $9 an hour to take care of dogs! Woo!
-And that brings us up to now. I now juggle 2 jobs and in a normal week have *maybe* 2 days I don't have to work, which are usually not weekends. Days at the kennel are long (7:30am-6pm), but bearable if you can work 'em right. There's always massive amounts of laundry to be done there, it seems, and no matter how hard you try to work down the mountain of dirty towels and blankets, more seems to be manufactured by the hour! What's really crappy is the fact that the 2 dryers we have to work with don't do an exceptionally good job at drying stuff... so a lot of times you get the lovely leaning tower of wet towels stacked atop the dryer, waiting for their turn to go tumbling around the luke-warm basket. Anyway, enough about towels. Up at the kennel I also cross-train up at the front desk, which is really a lot of fun. I've made a couple mistakes (which was very disappointing to me for some reason), but I really love the thrill that front desk gives you: you get to meet all these new people, handle invoicing and large bills, plus people practically throw their credit card at you! Half the time I won't even have the total halfway out of my mouth before there's a shiny piece of plastic being proffered. *shrug* Well, good for them I guess. :) Anyway, yes, it's pretty enjoyable. The vet techs there, though, are the only drawback. They're paid lord knows what an hour to give shots, stick thermometers up a dog's rear, give vaccinations and, of course, stand around to chat, but heaven forbid kennel staff are caught sitting around not doing anything: we always get promptly yelled at to do something menial like windex a door or mop a floor that has already been mopped twice before (but not with any watter less than pristine!!!). That's the part I really don't appreciate, to be honest: that, and the fact that the a/c doesn't exactly work in the back. It's rather nasty work, all told, but I try to make it worth it.
So yeah! That's what's going on in the life right now. As far as I know, there's no plans for vacations. My grandparents already came and went at the beginning of June, and we begged off of visiting them this summer with the promise of coming up at Thanksgiving. I'm not sure how I feel about this, frankly, as it's going to mean missing 2 classes and also missing the last football game (which I'm not devastated about, really: I'm more freaked about what my band director's gonna say when he finds out!). Hopefully it will be worthwhile: not that spending time with family isn't, of course, but you know what I mean. I guess I won't die if I have to go spend one more week sleeping in the "finished" (note the quotes) basement of my grandparent's house while my parents and myself try every trick in the book to get my grandparents to move down to Texas already.
Well, that's it. I have a 6:20 alarm for tomorrow all set and ready to go, so all that's left now, really, is for me to toddle off to bed (or, rather, put my computer on the floor and go to sleep, since I'm currently in bed snuggled under all the lovely blankets!!)
Much love,
~r
Really, there isn't one. I've just been stupendously lazy and haven't updated at all. Go figure. Guess these old habits die hard: but to think, when I first got a blog like a year ago, that's all I seemed to do was post. Crazy. Well, I suppose I've become older and (somewhat) wiser, and have discovered the joys that are face to face or phone comunicado. Or IM: IM still is best.
So yeah! Onto an update of my life since mid-May. In short:
-Had a devil of a time finding a job. Nobody seemed to want to hire a college kid for summer employment! Geez! Here I was thinking I was a shoo in... guess not. I felt bad, because for awhile there I was sincerely thinking that I would have to just lie and say that I wasn't going to return to SFA in the fall just so they'd hire me and I could quit when I had to go back. But that would make me feel cravitzy and that's no good.
-Got Job 1: Tutoring Center. Great! The owner calls me back like three weeks after I had interviewed there and offers me 4 meager hours a week, 2 each on T/R. Okay, well, it's a start, I tell myself. At least it's semi-gainful employment. Plus, you can't beat the location: the place is literally less than 5 minutes away down Exchange. Yes!! So I take that, and so began my tutoring odyssey.
-I checked craigslist.org (which, by the way, is a fabulous site: if you haven't gone there yet, go now) like a madwoman just looking for any other jobs that I could take that would supplement the tutoring gig. I sent out entirely too many emails, copies of my resume, and burnt gas up just dropping off all these applications at what seemed like everywhere. I did get one interview for a night receptionist position, and drove all the way to Plano to interview only to be told that there was a mistake and they really were looking for someone on a more permanent basis. The lady who interviews me then wraps with something along the lines of "We'll call you if we can't find anybody better." Way to raise the ole' self-esteem meter, lady. Thanks a ton. Other than that interview, though, nobody responds.
-Then, I come across (on craigslist) a magical post: kennel assistant needed in Kinney. Great! I think- I worked for years at the Animal Shelter doing probably what these people would want me to do, and wasn't even paid for it! If I could get paid to do that, which I did enjoy doing, that would make my day! So I check, summer employment is just fine to this guy, and I email him a resume, and an interview and a few phone calls later, I've got Job #2 bagged. Yes. Not only that, but it's $9 an hour to take care of dogs! Woo!
-And that brings us up to now. I now juggle 2 jobs and in a normal week have *maybe* 2 days I don't have to work, which are usually not weekends. Days at the kennel are long (7:30am-6pm), but bearable if you can work 'em right. There's always massive amounts of laundry to be done there, it seems, and no matter how hard you try to work down the mountain of dirty towels and blankets, more seems to be manufactured by the hour! What's really crappy is the fact that the 2 dryers we have to work with don't do an exceptionally good job at drying stuff... so a lot of times you get the lovely leaning tower of wet towels stacked atop the dryer, waiting for their turn to go tumbling around the luke-warm basket. Anyway, enough about towels. Up at the kennel I also cross-train up at the front desk, which is really a lot of fun. I've made a couple mistakes (which was very disappointing to me for some reason), but I really love the thrill that front desk gives you: you get to meet all these new people, handle invoicing and large bills, plus people practically throw their credit card at you! Half the time I won't even have the total halfway out of my mouth before there's a shiny piece of plastic being proffered. *shrug* Well, good for them I guess. :) Anyway, yes, it's pretty enjoyable. The vet techs there, though, are the only drawback. They're paid lord knows what an hour to give shots, stick thermometers up a dog's rear, give vaccinations and, of course, stand around to chat, but heaven forbid kennel staff are caught sitting around not doing anything: we always get promptly yelled at to do something menial like windex a door or mop a floor that has already been mopped twice before (but not with any watter less than pristine!!!). That's the part I really don't appreciate, to be honest: that, and the fact that the a/c doesn't exactly work in the back. It's rather nasty work, all told, but I try to make it worth it.
So yeah! That's what's going on in the life right now. As far as I know, there's no plans for vacations. My grandparents already came and went at the beginning of June, and we begged off of visiting them this summer with the promise of coming up at Thanksgiving. I'm not sure how I feel about this, frankly, as it's going to mean missing 2 classes and also missing the last football game (which I'm not devastated about, really: I'm more freaked about what my band director's gonna say when he finds out!). Hopefully it will be worthwhile: not that spending time with family isn't, of course, but you know what I mean. I guess I won't die if I have to go spend one more week sleeping in the "finished" (note the quotes) basement of my grandparent's house while my parents and myself try every trick in the book to get my grandparents to move down to Texas already.
Well, that's it. I have a 6:20 alarm for tomorrow all set and ready to go, so all that's left now, really, is for me to toddle off to bed (or, rather, put my computer on the floor and go to sleep, since I'm currently in bed snuggled under all the lovely blankets!!)
Much love,
~r
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