Nothing much to bitch about
Friday I went home early because I had a migraine. I had shooting pain out my right eyeball. I figured my neck was a bit out of whack. Was it ever. Saturday morning the chiropractor was open, and he asked if I slept on my stomach. I sleep whatever way is comfortable. I had a vertebrae that was way out of line, about behind my ear. That cracked so loud when the doctor adjusted it, it was scary. I was sore all the rest of the day. I slathered up with Bengay and slept on my back. Sunday I was good as new and cleaned the house.
I never thought I'd like the job I have, working with the public and all. I still dislike the job itself a lot, running into brick walls every time I ask questions to do my job or better yet, can't get the tools to do it. So I just slog along. Every once in a while we have customers that come in and just visit. I like that. There's lots of good stories, and they sure make the time pass by quicker. There's the National Guardsman who came home in the middle of the night with no fanfare, and his first stop was Starbucks. When two old ladies who were standing nearby figured he just came home, they both ganged up on him and bearhugged him. Then they wanted to pay for his coffee. There's the seasoned hunter, a salt of the field, if you will. He came upon a real young kid on his property chasing a deer who's leg he blown off. He procedeed to teach the kid the importance of knowing how many rounds he shot, what was in his rifle, and how to be upwind when field-dressing a deer. Also an important lesson was knowing who's property he was hunting on. And of course there's the guy from Jamaica who dropped his phone in the toilet. That in itself isn't that funny, but the guy's laughter is priceless. It gets everyone laughing.
Lately our cat has been messing with me really bad. I'll be in my bed, nice and snug and ready to fall asleep. Then my doorknob will start to rattle, just like in the movies. Even though I know it's the cat, it still chills my blood. So I'll open my door and see what the hell he wants, and he'll go galloping down hall. He did this last night. After he went down the hall, I shut the door and went back to bed. Then the cat proceeded to pick the veneer off the door. So I got up and left the door open. The little shit then came in my room and starting messing around. When he quit, he jumped up on the bed next to my head. I turned my head to look at him, and voom! He was gone. Then the dog smelled him and got all riled up. It was a circus from early on this morning. The dog's been feeling much better, chasing the cat all the time. His vision is so bad, the cat will slip away right in front of him.
I never thought I'd like the job I have, working with the public and all. I still dislike the job itself a lot, running into brick walls every time I ask questions to do my job or better yet, can't get the tools to do it. So I just slog along. Every once in a while we have customers that come in and just visit. I like that. There's lots of good stories, and they sure make the time pass by quicker. There's the National Guardsman who came home in the middle of the night with no fanfare, and his first stop was Starbucks. When two old ladies who were standing nearby figured he just came home, they both ganged up on him and bearhugged him. Then they wanted to pay for his coffee. There's the seasoned hunter, a salt of the field, if you will. He came upon a real young kid on his property chasing a deer who's leg he blown off. He procedeed to teach the kid the importance of knowing how many rounds he shot, what was in his rifle, and how to be upwind when field-dressing a deer. Also an important lesson was knowing who's property he was hunting on. And of course there's the guy from Jamaica who dropped his phone in the toilet. That in itself isn't that funny, but the guy's laughter is priceless. It gets everyone laughing.
Lately our cat has been messing with me really bad. I'll be in my bed, nice and snug and ready to fall asleep. Then my doorknob will start to rattle, just like in the movies. Even though I know it's the cat, it still chills my blood. So I'll open my door and see what the hell he wants, and he'll go galloping down hall. He did this last night. After he went down the hall, I shut the door and went back to bed. Then the cat proceeded to pick the veneer off the door. So I got up and left the door open. The little shit then came in my room and starting messing around. When he quit, he jumped up on the bed next to my head. I turned my head to look at him, and voom! He was gone. Then the dog smelled him and got all riled up. It was a circus from early on this morning. The dog's been feeling much better, chasing the cat all the time. His vision is so bad, the cat will slip away right in front of him.
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