I think the last...five posts on this journal were about my woeful lack of employment - but no longer!
I actually got a job about three weeks ago - I'm a night associate (on the weekends) at the PetsHotel at PetSmart. It's hard work. I'm basically a glorified janitor (I mop the floors, do the laundry, clean the dishes, etc.) but I get to play with other people's pets! (once there are other people in the building, in case I get bitten...) There are cats and dogs. Saturdays are the busiest, I'm looking forward to tonight, there should only be about 15 animals, hah.
Anyway, I now get to tell wacky work stories! Like this morning. There was this American Bulldog named Yetti and she did NOT like me. Every time I would go near her kennel or she could see/hear me she would bark. But I needed to take her on her walk. So I go to open her door even though she's kind of growling and giving me this evil stare and then she started barking this huge, loud, alarm bark and I swear I almost pissed myself. I'm not afraid of dogs. I never have been. But if this is the kind of dog I had been exposed to in my formative years? Let's just say I would not want to be a vet. So I get the door open, and I timidly place the slip-lead over her neck. She sort of walks out of her kennel and then just stops and starts growling at me. At this point, I'm sure that one of my legs is about to be mauled or something, but she just growls and bares her teeth and jets backward into her kennel. I thought about getting the leash off of her, but I didn't want my hand that near her mouth so I just left it (it's a tension based thing, you let it go and it falls apart, basically). I let out some of the other dogs, and I think she got it. I'm pretty sure she thought I was going to lead her to her death or something. So I tried to let her out again, and this time she was friendly and let me pet her and stuff and was cute. Yeah. But fifteen minutes earlier I was sure she was going to eat me.
I go in again tonight at nine, then I'm leaving for mom's tomorrow morning once I get off work, so I can go see the Harry Potter premiere with
crashcart9 (and her siblings, and our gay friend, and my gay ex and their boyfriends and just about every friend that gay-ex has in the city...joy...).
So yes, an update. I have money! It's nice :D I'm not constantly worried anymore, it's a lovely feeling.