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A little bit of this, a little bit of that, or: Why I Rarely Blog These Days

(This is ironic: I was looking at my last post, which of course was the Vh1 top songs of the 90’s, and happened to open another browser window for pandora.com so I could listen to music while writing this post…and guess what the first song to play is? Sinead O’Cononr “Nothing Compares 2 U.” Yeah. I just told them not to play it again on my Frou Frou station.)

So…I realize it’s been almost a month since I last blogged, and for those loyal readers who actually check once in a while, I do apologize. Honestly, my job is so emotionally stressful that when I come home in the evenings, the last thing I want to do is rehash my day. Besides, ever since we bought Guild Wars, that’s about all we do at night. Yeah. Video game nerd: guilty.

This past Tuesday we had a staff meeting at 7am, which means that when I finally got home that night, I’d been at work for 10 hours. The meeting itself was pretty mild; as I had predicted, the director mostly talked about us splitting from animal control and what that would mean as far as changes in daily operation of the shelter, etc. One of the bigger changes that’s going to happen is converting the animal control offices into a public spay/neuter surgery suite and retaining our current surgical suite for shelter animals only. Since we’re going to be reliant on grants and donations only, my clinic co-worker Dan and I are pretty sure that we’re going to start doing public vaccinations, which will suck major balls. For one, if that were to happen, we would definitely have to hire at least one more clinic staff member to deal with vax for the public, as well as (probably) looking at public surgical sites that are effed up from surgeons in too much of a hurry. Oops, did I say that out loud?

After all that, we then segued into the necessity of keeping the kennel areas clean (which was never a problem when I was in the kennels, I’d like to point out.) After the main staff meeting, we had a separate meeting for kennel staff, which Dan and I also attended. Basically, our director was telling them to stop sucking and get with the program. Dan and I were glad to hear this, because of an epidemic that brings me to my next paragraph…

News flash: crowded shelters have a serious problem with disease and contagion. Our shelter in particular has been plagued with an extremely virulent upper respiratory virus for months now. In May, the month before I started working there, they evidently made the executive decision to euthanize almost 100 puppies (all the puppies we had) in a last-ditch effort to eradicate the virus. It was a PR nightmare for a while, but worst of all, it didn’t help. Now the cats and kittens are getting it, as well as the big dogs. The virus itself isn’t very serious–basically just the equivalent of a head cold–but dogs and cats just aren’t as smart as we are about eating and drinking when we’re sick, so once they stop doing that, they decline very rapidly. Unfortunately, most of the pet owners seem to think it’s normal for their puppies and kittens not to eat for two or three days, so by the time they’re bringing their pet in to see us, it’s almost too late and takes extremely drastic measures to get them out of the woods. Again, unfortunately, most pet owners aren’t cut out for that kind of rehabilitation.

Speaking of rehabilitation, about 3 weeks ago someone brought in 3 baby squirrels that had fallen out of their tree. Normally, we would have to put them down unless a staff member wanted to rehab them, so Dan decided to try his hand at squirrel-rearing. Knowing nothing about squirrels, we started out feeding them some kitten replacement milk (not KMR). They were quite dehydrated and happy to get some food. Two girls and a boy, named Ringo, Warbles, and Wolfie for reasons I probably shouldn’t go into. As of this week, Warbles and Ringo have both died, but Wolfie has opened both his eyes. From my research, I guess that he’s between 6-7 weeks old. I’m on my weekend now, so I haven’t seen Dan since Monday. I hope Wolfie is still alive, but wouldn’t be surprised if he isn’t. Everyone says that rehabbing squirrels is very difficult, especially your first time.  A few days ago, one of the animal control officers showed us a squirrel that she’d rescued from someone’s porch. He was a bit older than Wolfie–tail was all fluffy and overall very cute. Unfortunately, she told me that he died the next day.

The last few weeks have been pretty depressing. A lot of animal that I liked tested positive for heartworms or FIV (feline immunodeficiency virus). We were able to get a rescue for 2 of the heartworm positive dogs, but not the one that I really liked, a super-sweet boxer/bulldog mix that I named Gargoyle. That was yesterday, actually, and put a damper on my whole day.

On a lighter note, I’ve gotten really good at drawing blood, especially from cats. I’m also pretty good at getting blood quickly from fractious animals.

Yeah, so enough about work…

Evan’s at a prolonged job interview today with a stained glass company. He’s pretty excited about it, and I really hope they offer him the job. He’d be perfect for them, which I hope they realize. Besides that, he’s still in the middle of the ridiculously long process of hiring for Gwinnett County dispatch…

I’m reading a book that I borrowed from work called The Social Lives of Dogs. It’s so fantastic that I can hardly put it down…

So. Besides work, not a lot going on in my life. Today and tomorrow of my days off, so here’s hoping they’re relaxing and blissful. :-)

Top 10 Songs of the 90’s

according to Vh1 viewers, anyway.

10. Sinead O’Connor: “Nothing Compares to You”

9. R.E.M.: “Losing My Religion”

8. TLC: “Waterfalls” (seriously?)

7. Britney Spears: “…Baby, One More Time”

6. Sir Mix-A-Lot: “Baby Got Back”

5. Madonna: “Vogue”

4. Whitney Houston: “I Will Always Love You” (I want to argue, but I can’t.)

3. Backstreet Boys: “I Want It That Way” (awwwww yeah)

2. U2: “One”

Oh noes! Commercial!!! What ever can number one be? (Yes, this is coming to you in real time!) I swear, if it’s something gay, I’m going to throw up.

*drum roll*

1. Nirvana: “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

Well, I didn’t throw up, but I am disappointed.

Here’s my Top 10:

10. Sir Mix-A-Lot: “Baby Got Back”

9. Madonna: “Frozen” (don’t judge!)

8. Sugar Ray: “Fly”

7. Goo-Goo Dolls: “Iris”

6. Cracker: “Euro-Trash Girl”

5. Matchbox 20: “Push”

4. Pearl Jam: “Black”

3. Marcy Playground: “Sex and Candy”

2. Alanis Morissette: “You Oughtta Know”

1. Third Eye Blind: “How’s it Gonna Be?”

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Live, from my couch:

My current annoyance: that AT&T commercial about the girl who’s a fanatical Michael Phelps fan. I actually kind of like the one about the dude shooting pool all day (so he missed out on Motorhead tickets).

So, I looked back over my posts and realized that I never quite came out and said what I’m doing. Or did I? I don’t remember. Anyway, I’m working as a veterinary technician at the humane society. Most days I really love it, but some days it’s the worst job in the world.

Getting accustomed to the married-and-working lifestyle had been quite the challenge. I’ve never been much of an early riser, so getting to work by 8:30 is tough for me, especially since I’m ready to go to sleep by 7pm these days.  No time for a life with that kind of schedule!

Another work adjustment is the environment itself. I’ve never really worked with “blue collar” type folk before, and it’s very different from what I’m used to. Considering that I just came from a hipster job in a hipster bookstore in a hipster town…and now two of my coworkers are missing half their teeth, and there are only 3 of us on the staff who have 4-year degrees. All that aside, though, I do like my co-workers (most of the time.) There’s a lot of workplace gossip, too, and most of it is hella malicious, which is also a change. I’m in the “popular clique” again; I always manage to end up in that circle. At work it’s a blessing and curse, because some of the worst gossipers are with me in it, therefore less inclined to gossip about me, but too the other people talk about me more because I am. This all sounds dreadfully high-school, and believe me, that’s how it feels sometimes.

Okay, I have to say this right now. I’m in the middle of watching VH1’s Top 100 Songs of the 90’s. Most are pretty good, but the rankings are a little “wiggidy wiggidy wiggidy whack!” For instance, number 21 is Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.” Don’t get me wrong, I love that song, but…number 21? Frankly, I’m a bit terrified to see top 10. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know.

(20: “MmmBop”, Hanson. Kill me!)

Anyway, back to work…Aside from office politics, work is good. Sad, but good. Oh gosh, is it sad some days…Today was one of those days. Today made the second day I’ve cried at work. It was a mix of hormones, the songs playing on the radio, and this one really pathetic dog in area 4 (70–small dogs and puppies) that had demodectic mange and kept looking at me like, “Why am I here? Why do I hurt? Where is my family?” Sad. Tear your fucking heart out.

(18: Metallica–”Enter Sandman.” This one I buy. Actually played this on Rock Band last night. Speaking of which, I’m starting to PWN some drums on that game!)

Dude, 90’s rock is orgasmic. Yeah, it had to be said. Feed me Pearl Jam, Live, Metallica, and Collective Soul and I’ll stay in a music coma all day…

Another extremely uncomfortable aspect of my job is dealing with the public. When people turn in their animals, either Dan or I have to go vaccinate them in Incoming. So often they’re crying and asking you if their animal is going to be euthanized, or telling you what a great pet it is, etc… Unfortunately, we’re not allowed to say anything to comfort them, really, since those decisions aren’t made by us. Makes you feel like shit when some little kid is bawling with their cat in their arms asking you if it’s going to die and you can’t say no. We’ve had big truckers in there crying over a little newborn kitten they found at a truckstop.

More than anything, my job at the humane society has taught me about people. Unfortunately, the majority of what I’m learning isn’t good.

So, yeah. Even when I’m not at work, I’m always thinking about it. I guess that happens to everyone.

In less depressing news…

hm…

Uh, we got a $150 bottle of wine for thirty bucks?

In brevito

I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been caught in a moral dilemma over talking about work. Our director is extremely conscious about any sort of negative news going out into the world about the HS, so I’ve restrained myself for the past month now from talking about anything.

However, I’ve decided that I’m going to talk about it anyway, because I’m not going to slant anything any direction, just tell things from my perspective in the clinic.

Unfortunately, now’s not the time to begin the storytelling, because I’m about to leave for work, so it’ll have to wait until tonight.

Until then, I’ll leave with three amazing and disgusting things I’ve seen and done in the last week:

1. Eyeball popped out of its socket

2. Glued a stomach back together (twice)

3. Gigantic tumor on a dog’s throat (we’re talking 15 pounds)

This is for Joel

Alright, updates, updates, updates…

The biggest thing going on with me right now is work. I’m getting into the swing of things and finding that, despite the laborious nature of the position, I really love my job. In even better news, I’m getting a promotion very soon. I’ll be working in the clinic instead of mini-adoptions, which I’m extremely excited about. The clinic position was what I was originally hired for, so I’m glad that I’m getting it so soon after being hired.

Evan is still searching for another job, one that will hopefully replace Aqua Terra. No luck so far, but I obviously understand that. Tough stuff, the job hunt.

I got my hair cut yesterday. Summertime heat doesn’t mix with my mighty locks well, so I got the chop yesterday. It’s a longer version of Victoria Beckham’s style, basically. Not exactly what I thought I was getting, but I like it well enough. The front layer touches my collarbones and the shortest layer just barely reaches the end of my neck, so it wasn’t too dramatic of a cut. Evan doesn’t like it, but I think it’ll grow on him.

Our first wedding of the summer is on Saturday. Evan’s old coworker, Jennifer Cotton, is gettin’ hitched on the 5th. We both took a day off work to be able to attend. It’s in Atlanta at 6pm… In other wedding news, my lovely gal-pal Amanda is tying the knot this summer too! She’s joining the party on July 26, along with my old college friend Abbey. And on 08/08/08, our UGA friend Lindsey is marrying Chase P. Whew.

I got a new video game last week called Guild Wars. It’s freakin’ awesome! I have a couple friends who play, so we’ve been hooking up at night and tanking our way through. Fun times. (Joel, do you play this game?)

Speaking of computers, I’m getting a new one! Nathan, my brother-in-law, is working on building me a spanking new machine–that was his wedding gift to us. We’re choosing from the options today, so hopefully I’ll have a new baby to play with in a few weeks. I’m so excited!

Intro Survey

This is the “mandatory” new members survey from one of my groups on Goodreads, Miniature Amsterdam:

1. A haiku describing yourself.

2. Your most embarrassing moment.

3. Your favorite book.

4. What’s wrong with you.

5. How many GR friends you currently have.

Here are my answers:

1.
I run the Love Cult.
My love has two batteries.
PMS. Rx.

2.
The fact that the only embarrassing thing I can remember happened when I was eleven must mean that in the last eleven years, I’ve lost my shame. At any rate, here goes:

When I was 11, I was homeschooled and my family part of a “homeschool group” that occasionally did social things. One of these social things was a barbecue at this family’s farm, complete with hamburgers, hotdogs, etc. Well, at this point in my life, my allergies were very severe, with the result that I was usually extremely congested with no alleviation. So, we (the other kids and I) got our food and all sat down at this particular picnic table. I had gotten a hamburger, and as I removed the top half of the bun to prepare the toppings, I had the horrible sensation of a sneeze coming on–one of those sneak-attack sneezes that takes .02 seconds to actualize from the moment you realize it’s coming. So I sneezed, and suddenly my hamburger had its very own organic condiment.
Unfortunately, because I have an older brother, everyone noticed my snot-burger, snot-face, and snot-hands (it was bad.)
FIN

3.
Brave New World

4.

Nothing

5.
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Back in the Saddle

I realize it’s been a couple weeks since I blogged. I’ve never been good at keeping up with diaries and what-not, but I’ll continue to try.

Unfortunately, nothing new is going on since I last wrote. The overarching theme of every day is job-hunting, a nasty business. I’ve applied to probably 10 places and haven’t gotten even 1 call for an interview. Major blows to the self-esteem. Currently I’ve got about 3 more options before I throw in the towel and get “just a job.” My favorite of the three is for a communications officer (read: dispatcher) for my county government. The job description actually seems like something I would really enjoy: fast-paced, ever-changing, challenging. The pay grade is pretty good too, starting between $29-35,000. I mean, that’s about as much as I could expect to get paid during my first year of teaching without a Master’s degree. For entry-level, I’d say that’s pretty amazing. Anyhow, I’m working on the application. It’s very long and complicated…you have to have copies of every sort of documentation on yourself imaginable, including your high school diploma (who has that just laying around anyway? Hopefully me.) If you get chosen for an interview, you have to go through a couple more tests, like drug screening and a psychological evaluation. I have a friend who is a police officer in the neighboring county; he seems to think that I’m a shoe-in for the job since I have a college education. I guess we’ll see.

But the bottom line is, I have to start working soon. We’ve figured out that on Evan’s income alone, we can make it through the rent for next month and no more. So that gives me about 3 weeks to find a job.

In other news, I thought I’d found someone to sub-lease my apartment in Athens, but he turned out to be a loser who can’t get his act together. He was all gung-ho about the place, then dropped off the face of the planet. I called him a bunch of times and he never called me back. Grrr! So now we’re still playing rent in Athens…

So how about some interesting news? Last night I went to a sex party with my friend Amanda (not G, M). It was for “married women only” (ha-ha) at one of Amanda’s fellow teacher’s house. Basically a Tupperware party…with dildos. Anyway, it was pretty entertaining, although the woman doing the selling/show got on my nerves a few times. Some interesting products, at least. Amanda got all excited and is going to host a party herself in July, so if anyone wants to come…

Yeah. So. The apartment is finally getting clean. Needs a few final touches.

Oh, and I got some plants! Evan’s mom went with me to pick them out and helped me transplant, etc. I have 6 pots, including 2 hanging baskets. Tres chic.

And I realize this is a little behind the times, but I finally finished the Harry Potter series. I really liked it. I wasn’t a huge fan of the HP until the 4th book (Goblet of Fire), hated the 5th book, and loved the last 2. I was surprised to find out that they’re making Deathly Hallows into 2 movies, not 1. I guess that’s good, considering how long and information-filled it is. Wonder where the cut-off will be?

One upside to not working is that I’ve been reading…a lot. Anyone who knows me knows how fast I can read, so I’ve been tearing through the library. I actually read HP 7 in one night while Evan was at work. Evan’s been timing me and has figured out that I read 1 page in approx. 20 seconds. Silly boy.

A Christmas Story by Jeremy Bishop

This is a little true story my brother wrote in December of 2006:

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It’s true – I do have a pretty dark sense of humor. Macabre even. But I really can’t help it. I think the germ of this character trait lies in the environment in which I was raised. I went home for a visit yesterday. What follows is an actual dinner conversation.
First though, I should say a word about my father: Dad is a total safety freak. He constantly is making contingency plans, worrying about robbers, bears, carbon monoxide, radon poisoning, nuclear fallout, spontaneous combustion, terrorists… you name it, he’s probably thought of it and has a plan to protect the family. He checked the mail with latex gloves and opened the letters with a metal ruler for six months after the anthrax scare. I wish I was kidding, but I’m not.
“Don’t you think that’s a little strange?” I asked my mother.
“Now, you should be thankful that you have a father who cares enough about you to do something like that,” she replied.
Now Mom is not quite as concerned about all of these possible threats of extinction, but Dad’s paranoid tendencies allow her to indulge in her own strange habits of hoarding food and water. If you were to look in our pantry, you would not only see an enormous amount of canned goods, but everything is ordered and arranged by the date on which she bought it, prominently displayed in bold permanent marker on top of the can or bag.
Now, that’s not too terrible, but one of the things that always irritated me was that whenever we finished a gallon of milk, we couldn’t just throw the jug away – we had to wash it, and let it dry, and then she would add half a teaspoon of bleach to it, fill it with water, write the date on it, and make me take it down to the basement to join the countless others… I’m also not joking about that. If the bombs ever do drop, you should probably head over to my parent’s house. So, to the point, here’s the lovely conversation we had the other day:
“Lisa, have I told you about the SOS emergency action plan?” Dad asks over his plate.
“No, I don’t think so…” Mom answers cautiously.
“We need to have a plan in case the van is ever suddenly submerged in water. SOS stands for “Stay calm. Open the windows. Seatbelts off.”
“Okay…” Mom says, as I nearly choke trying not to spray water out of my nose.
“You know, this is serious,” Dad says reprovingly, and turns back to Mom. “It’s not as unlikely as you might think. This is what I’ve come up with: The van shouldn’t fully submerge for three or four minutes. We have to get the windows down first. Next, you have to get out off your own seatbelt, before you worry about anything else. Then you need to get Cody out of his car seat, hold your hands over his nose and mouth, and swim him out the window and up to the surface. Then Meme should go next, so she can help you with Cody. Then I’ll crawl to the back of the car to get little Summer out, since she’s bigger and might be harder to manage. Then we’ll swim up to the surface.”
Silence.
“Are you going to tell Meme about this?”
Silence.
“No, I don’t think so.”
We return to eating as if nothing has happened. So much for the SOS emergency plan.
However, the next day, Mom is out shopping and, I kid you not, sees some sort of special hammer that is made specifically for bashing out your car window in case you are ever trapped inside. That hammer is now lovingly wrapped, waiting for Dad underneath our Christmas tree, with “SOS” written in red paint on the handle.
Oh, another beautiful Christmas story.

Boredom

I’ve been a married woman for 5 days now. The apartment is still a mess, and I’m still unemployed. My poor, sweet Evan is working 2 jobs currently, busting his butt with 16 hour work days. Hopefully that won’t be lasting too much longer. As soon as I get a job, he’ll (hopefully) loosen up on the pressure of making money.

Our “honeymoon” didn’t exactly go as we’d planned. We’d been saying that we were going to lock ourselves in, turn off our phones, and just goof off for two days. Of course, we forgot to take into account that Evan’s brother Nathan would be in town, and since we only get to see him once or twice a year, we spent a lot of time at the Pooles’ house visiting. It was fun, especially when we were eating. They fed us like kings for two days! On Monday night we had ribeye steak, grilled shrimp, salad, corn, cucumber and radish salad…and more. It was amazing… Oy. Lynn and Lenard took Nathan home last night; they’ll be staying in Maryland through Saturday, since his master’s commencement ceremony is this weekend. We’re supposed to be taking care of the cats while they’re gone.

I’ve been slowly unpacking, but my tolerance for that is pretty low. I’m really sick of all the crap all over the floor, though.

Wedding gifts have been opened…pretty sweet! Getting married is quite profitable.

Evan, Nathan, and I saw Iron Man on Sunday night. We drove down to Discover Mills for the 10pm showing. It definitely lived up to the hype! Robert Downey, Jr. was awesome (and sexy to boot). I’m excited for the next one. There were a bunch of great previews, too. The Dark Knight is going to be amazing. The Happening looks really scary. I think I’ll pass on that one. I’m a bit weirded out that they changed actors for the Hulk from Eric Bana to Ed Norton…? Weird. I like Ed Norton, though Eric Bana is easier on the eyes. Indiana Jones comes out tomorrow! Hopefully Evan and I will be able to go see it.

Lynn (Evan’s mom) gave me a $100 giftcard to Ann Taylor for my birthday so I could get work clothes. I bought 3 blouses on Monday and still have about $45 left. Yeehaw!

I didn’t cry at the wedding. I thought I would, but I was strong! The ceremony was really lovely, though super windy. I have it on DVD, which I’ll see about sharing soon. Also, the pictures are going to be awesome! Jason did such a wonderful job. I’m so excited about getting those back from him.

Went to Assi Plaza yesterday to do some grocery shopping. It’s always fun to be the minority in a place, and I certainly was yesterday (the only white person). I got some great deals on produce, though, and I got some kimchee! I need to buy some rice today, then I’ll be in bibimbap heaven!

Today I’m getting my hair cut, I think. Nothing drastic, just some split ends and shaping up…

It’s Becoming Official

The wedding is now 4 days away, including today. I’ve finally been hit by the nerves. I never thought I’d be one to get “cold feet,” but I think I’m experiencing quite the case of it now. Maybe that isn’t the correct term, though; I’m not doubting the relationship or considering not going through with it–that’s just not an option. I’m just realizing the magnitude of what’s going to happen on Friday. I’m trying to hang out with as many of my friends this week as I can, mostly since I’m moving away from Athens. It’s all quite surreal.

Last night I hung out with Jonathan. I originally met him when I was a new transfer to UGA; we had Japanese together (4 days a week). We also lived right down the street from one another, so we both rode the public transport bus to campus at the same times. I got to know him fairly well during that semester, so when we had Japanese together again in the fall of 2007, it was kinda picking up where we’d left off. Once I started working at Borders last November, our friendship really blossomed, since he works there too. Our breaks are almost always synced, so we usually get food and just hang out talking in the break room for the hour. Good times. I feel like he’s become a really good friend by now, so it’s pretty surprising that last night was the first time we’ve actually spent any time together pre-planned, outside of work. It was a fun night. We met up at the Alps St. Kroger to do a little shopping for dinner–we were planning on homemade pizza, beer, and video games all night. That Kroger is so insane–I hate it! Besides the parking lot, which is basically a deathtrap, it’s so crowded in there, it feels like rush hour on Lexington Road–merging, cutting people off, everything. We finally left and headed to his place, which was a cute little 1-bedroom apartment near the UGA track in Five Points. Jonathan had never made homemade pizza before, but since it’s so easy, I was able to enlighten him. The pizza turned out awesome: deep dish, fresh tomatoes, sundried tomatoes, portabella mushrooms, artichoke hearts, and cheese–yum! He was suitably impressed. We bought a 6-pack of Flying Dog Old Scratch (first time drinking that for both of us–it was pretty good, though a little malty for my tastes) and a 6-pack of Kirin Ichiban, which I love. To my amusement, it turned out that Jonathan didn’t own a bottle opener, and neither beer was twist-off, so he made an emergency run to the gas station up the street to get a bottle opener. We started drinking with dinner, so we were getting a good buzz by 7:00 or so. He showed me his sweeeet PS3, and we played around on this game called Warhawk for a while. After that, we talked a little bit, then hooked up the GameCube for some awesome MarioKart Double Dash action–hella fun! After that intensity, we just sat there on the couch and talked about stuff for a long time. He had to call his girlfriend (to assure her that we weren’t doing the nasty or anything–haha), so I started watching TV. When he came back, I was watching Scrubs, which prompted him to bust out the Scrubs season 2 DVD and we watched our two favorite episodes (His Story, My Kingdom). After that, we watched a few random videos on YouTube, then I decided to head home. My final beer count was 4, which is a lot for me, but I guess I’m becoming a hardened drinker, because by the time I drove home, I was totally sober (of course).

All in all a fun day, especially since it was preluded by a fun shopping trip to Target with Amanda. I have the last of my wedding beauty essentials, which I’m going to test out today.

Today’s plans include getting my nails done with Haley P, then packing….

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