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10-28-99

Yesterday wasn't much worth talking about, so I posted my wish list for Santa instead. I went out in the morning and got thoroughly pissed off because I couldn't find a job. Then I met John, etc., at the squadron for lunch, but the directions that etc. had given me weren't great and I ended up lost, circling the squadron, in full view of everyone who was waiting for me there. I was extremely ticked off.

After lunch I went to the Macon Mall to look for a job. The idea of working in the mall over the holidays makes me pissed off in general, and as I was walking around I came to realize that I'm really going to hate it, again. I'm going to get a crappy job for 5 bucks an hour and kiss people's asses all through Christmas. I'll be trained by an eighteen year old kid.

Then I thought about the other job, the one I just quit. I'd still rather be doing what I'm doing. At least this way I'm motivated to do something different. This way I'll get an employee discount. This way I'll get to sleep in longer and stay up later, even though I'll have to work nights and weekends.

So anyway. That was yesterday. Oh, and Fleck went to the V-E-T. John took him in because the poor little guy has a bump of some sort on his head. The vet thinks it's just an ingrown hair, but we're taking him in on Tuesday for a closer look and for the last of his leukemia shots. And we set a date for the snipping, next month. I can't believe how cheap it is to neuter a male cat. Spaying a female is SO expensive. Seems wrong, somehow.

I'm wavering on the declawing. I'm of the mind that cats should keep their claws. If they're trained, they can use a scratching post, and the claws are good for self-defense. Julia had already been declawed by a previous owner when we got her, though, and I'm afraid if Fleck keeps his claws he might hurt Julie. That, and having grown up with cats, I know it's really hard to train them not to scratch the upholstery. Fleck's already scaling the shelves, the couch, the S'mores chair, the bed, my legs.... His claws are too little to damage anything but my legs. I'm getting little red dots all over my knees and calves.

A little random meta-bitching....

A lot of journal writers/readers complain with varying degrees of goodnaturedness about writers who tell "cute cat" stories. I love reading cute cat stories. I write letters to the people I read telling them to write MORE cat stories. And my journal is full of cat stories, because I think they're cute and I want to remember them. And I want everyone in the world to know that my cats are cute. So there.

All this ranting and talk of yesterday is just to cover up the fact htat I did nothing today. Went over to Rob's with John and Anna for dinner, watched him feed his cats too much catnip. I'm feeling the inklings of a chocolate craving coming on. Maybe if I eat some chocolate tonight I'll curb the frenzy of tomorrow.