take this coconut

12-02-99

Quick one tonight, it's late and I've been late to work twice in a row.

Getting a speeding ticket first thing in the morning really puts the rest of your day in perspective. I deserved that ticket. But dammit, the Georgia thing is that you have to go to court to pay it off. My court date is in January. Fuck me for forgetting the school zone.

Work was actually rather fun today; it was Sherrie's day off, so I got to assist with the surgeries. Also means I have to stay until closing, at 5:30. Rushed home, showered, and rushed back out as John's Christmas concert was tonight. (Have to go watch the widdle kiddies play their widdle band concert!) Funny thing about John's band: their programs consist mainly of these medleys of cheesy tunes and theme songs, the type of stuff that "real" musicans scoff at. However, the medleys that this band plays are arranged incredibly well, and come off sounding great. For medleys.

There were a number of giggle-inducing moments in the concert, one of which was NOT when they announced from the stage that there were four distinguished, retired band members in the audience, would you four please stand up, we'll shine the spotlights on you, and the four jagoffs were sitting right behind me. Big shot of Betsy's head in the spotlight, Betsy's fresh-from-shower-straggly wet hair and Betsy's decidedly scuzzy longjohn shirt, corduroy jacket, and jeans.

Funny: presentations for the sponsors after the intermission. The announcer said, "We like to give you a token of our appreciation..." and the girl next to me said—her voice dripping with sarcasm— "a coconut?" We'd like to give you a coconut.

I have to go back to the vet at 9 pm now to walk this one dog. His owner has him trained to poop at 9 every night, and she's paying me under the table to go in specially just to walk her dog. People are just nuts about their pets. If it's so important that your dog get such-and-such attention, why not have someone come to your house? I'd do it.

So I'm thinking about starting a small business (my latest great idea) in pet-sitting. Charge a fee per visit, ask the pet owner how many visits per day, and then just sit back and wait for the cat owners to call.

I sort of axed the idea to go back to school, at least around here. No need for a degree in arts admin. I told John tonight over dinner, "I can get a day job by myself, I don't need a degree in Falling Back."