shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Update (overdue, ain't it?) Sooo...where was I? Ah yes, looking forward to a week off between jobs. Hmmmm...I had high hopes for that week. Big mistake there. It's best to go in without any hopes, especially high ones. The week started off with a memorably bad trip to the vet. Shoulda been routine. Just a check-up and shots for Smokey Lonesome. She was fine in the carrier and in the car, but once we got into the examining room, she freaked. Super freaked. "Couldn't get her out of the carrier without bloodshed" freaked. I stupidly kept trying to coax her out, and wound up with bleeding hands. Had to dab at them with paper towels all the way home. Finally, we disassembled the carrier, the tech donned leather gloves, and using a towel, held down psycho cat long enough for her shots and a VERY brief check-up. Sheesh. Never again, is all I've got to say. The next day, Fred's great-aunt died, so there was sadness to deal with. Her combo wake/funeral was scheduled for the Friday of that week, and, as luck would have it, I came down with a WICKED stomach bug late Thursday night. I pulled it together long enough to make the services, but didn't dare eat any of the luncheon. Once home, the bug erupted yet again. Nasty. Really nasty. I was finally okay by Easter Sunday, the last day of my week off. It was actually a relief to head off to my work at my new job. Nothing could be as bad as my week off. Seven weeks in, the new job is going well. I honestly feel like I've gotten out of jail. A very adult atmosphere, great campus to stroll around, lots of free food, and a great boss. I feel very settled for having been there less than two months. And to think that I actually agonized over the decision (a little). That'll teach me. You'd think, anyway. Last weekend's trauma whereby Smokey Lonesome was found to be dangling from her tail which had become wrapped around a small pipe/bracket in the basement has resolved itself. She's fine, fine, fine. She was in love with the pain medication (she's not stupid), and there is no nerve damage. Tail is now fully functional. Phew. Tomorrow I begin the chore of unpacking and alphabetizing about 8000 chemicals. And I'm actually looking forward to it. Progress is being made, and soon I will be residing in the brand new science building. But I'll miss all of the snacks that appear in the lunch room of my current building. Gonna lose out in that department. Boo was a dream at the parade today...only barked at another dog. The bagpipes didn't bother him a bit. Funny...Scout (who was left home) would've been wrecked for the day. Tomorrow's Tuesday, but I'll spend the day thinking that it's Monday. There are worse things, aren't there? 'night. Coherence escapes me. 8:54 p.m. - 2004-05-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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