Kat

I made myself sad looking at old dw posts, and found a picture of my poor old kitty Toby. It's been about three years since he passed, and I still miss him.

So, after three years and three interviews, I finally managed to get The Job. It's funny, the last year or so I've had several interviews at other places, but no offers. And now I've had two job offers in the same week. I was planning to take both jobs if I could, because downside, (you knew there was one, this is me after all) The Job can't promise me I'll be full time. Which, hey, at least they're being up front about it. But Alternate Job said they would not work around another schedule. They had good benefits, but the pay was meh. It's a nursing home with like fifty residents, soooo not the most fun or challenging job. Although, that interviewer asked the best questions. Ten years in the restaurant biz, and however many interviews I've had, this was literally THE FIRST TIME someone's quizzed me on weights and measures. Which, yeah, fuck naming the mother sauces, because knowing the difference between bechamel and veloute is pretty useless if you don't know how many cups are in a quart. And I have worked with/trained people like that (and that right there is one reason why I believe culinary school is the most useless thing ever).

I decided to keep Job A in the meantime. Do I still hate that place? Idk, maybe marginally less than I used to? But Job B is a wing joint. I am glad that I had it because I needed the money, but goooood do I hate that it's part of my resume now. /food snob Because I am a terrible, awful person, it was quite gratifying when one of the managers just about begged me to stay. But when I told him where I was going, he was like, yeah, we really can't compete with that. Sorry dude.

ALSO OZ IS SICK :( The vet said he may need surgery depending on what the test results show :((( It may be crystals in his urine or kidney stones, and there is a slim possibility that the problem may be fixed by putting him on a special diet.

And, my knees really hurt again. And, now there is random ankle pain?! STANDING ON CONCRETE FLOORS FOR HOURS ON END IN $20 SHOES HAHAHA

( Also, I read a book: Witch and Wizard by James Patterson. )

/shuffles feet, looks embarrassed

Uh. So, this thing, where I really love animals and cats especially. Um. And it's like they know that I can't turn something away that's starving and abandoned. Yeah. I didn't mean to, honest, but he just showed up at my front door! He was skinny and skittish but in no time he was letting me pet him and love on him, and I just know he used to be someone's pet but then they realized how inconvenient responsibility is. My theory is, they were too cheap to take him to the vet get neutered, he started marking his territory, and they threw him out instead of doing what they were supposed to do in the first place. Spay and neuter your cats and dogs, for the love of god.

At least the other stray cat I was feeding got adopted by a neighbor (and she was pregnant). I highly doubt I'll be able to bring him inside, although once I know he's healthy (and more importantly, neutered and hopefully less aggressive) we'll try and see if the others take to him.

NuJob isn't giving me enough hours. :/ And then they drop the bomb that in March, they're closing the restaurant for ten days to expand the dining room. And as I have not been there long enough to accrue vacation days (six months), or to qualify for partial unemployment (90 days), I'm getting screwed out of almost an entire pay period (probably a whole pay period, as anyone who'd ever had to deal with contractors knows, it always takes longer than they say it will.)

Well, just as I had decided that I am going to need a second job regardless, I got a call from one of the places I applied to last month. They want me to fill out their application on their website, as I had only done the short one on snagajob.com. So, it's not an interview or anything, but it's still a prospect, so hey. It's an in-home senior care place looking for non medical caregivers, which I have experience doing that, taking care of my grandmother when she was sick. I've been contemplating off and on the notion of volunteering with the hospice that took over her medical care when she went from chronic to terminal, but it's always easy to find excuses not to do stuff like that, unfortunately. I honestly didn't know places actually paid people to do stuff like reading to housebound seniors, cleaning their house, cooking or just keeping them company for a while. I thought it was all volunteer work.

Yeah yeah, I know, misanthropic, much? Sick, housebound old people are like animals. <<< eta, in that my withered heart feels sympathy and the urge to help them. God, that sounded terrible.

Time to dust off the DW, I guess.

So, uh, I just spent ninety dollars on flea and deworming medication for my cats. :/ Fucking fleas. As an FYI, I have found entirelypets.com is the best place to get dewormers for cheap, and deadfleaz.com is the best place to get flea preventative. I was buying the Frontline generic from Walmart, but since last summer they've had to stop making the "plus" version that prevents the larvae from maturing, because Frontline still owns the patent on that. FROWNY.FACE. And the regular stuff that only kills adult fleas just ain't working. And then they got tapeworms from the fleas, and because they're all such fatasses they have to take one and a half pills and ofc there's only three pills in a bottle. Petco charges $25 for Tapeworm Tabs, and entirelypets.com has it on sale for $10.99, regular price $14.99. ;__; Three doses of Revolution for cats at deadfleaz.com is $25. TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS, that's how much the useless crap I've been buying at Walmart costs. ;_____;

Still cheaper and less painful than raising human offspring, though. ;)

Welp, my laptop is almost totally dead. I've been getting blue screens a lot more frequently, so I finally broke down and ordered a refurbished laptop, which I'll use until I can get a good deal on a brand new one. As I was sorting through all my files deciding what's worth saving, I found a bunch of pictures I took when I was in culinary school. Like this one:



And also lots of kitty pictures.



Aw, smoosh face.

Terrible phone pics of the Assorted Felines, because I am all out of batteries for my camera and I keep forgetting to buy them when I am shopping.


Mica, who upon joining this family weighed a pathetic 6 pounds, 8 ounces. I have no idea how much she weighs now, but it is safe to say, more. I don't free feed; she gets exactly a half cup of food a day. If I don't watch her, she'll push the other two out of the way and steal their food. Girl has no home training.


Toby, aka Butthead, aka Will-You-Fucking-Get-Out-Of-The-Way, is practically joined at my hip. He is probably half dog. He destroyed a pair of my favorite flip flops, drinks out of the toilet, and has a kind of bark-like meow that he mostly uses when he is trying to boss me around. He is the squishiest cat-teddy bear hybrid ever.


Oz. The fluffy. Believes me to be his personal divan/sofa/bed/IDK, if I stop moving long enough he will sit on me. Loves to have his tummy rubbed.




The cat pole I dragged in from the dumpster...! These things cost around $80, therefore I am excite to have a free one. They are lined up in order of age, awe.

And also for better quality pics, see here and here, posts I made to the Livejournal comm cf_pets about Mica, when I first adopted her.

Mica is such a pushy, chubby, adorable, playful brat. Her latest game of hijinks involves stalking Oz and Toby every time they're in the litter box. She lays in wait, and pounces on them as soon as they come out of the bathroom door. And she also, for some bizarre reason, likes to nurse my blanket. I would find these wetspots on my bed, and had no idea where they were coming from, until I caught her at it. Also she likes to try to catch the drawstrings on my pajama pants. She is such a little booger. She has enriched our lives so much in such a short time.

And it amuses me to no end that everyone I live with, everyone, even people who dislike small animals in general, end up loving at least one my cats. My roommate actually talks to them. My sister meowed at Toby when we lived together. My dad loves Oz--and he normally hates cats. He even let Oz on their bed, which normally no animals on the bed is an ironclad rule. Even my roommate's friends will tell me about funny stuff they did while I was gone.



Don't know if you can clearly see what she's doing, but yes, she is sucking on the blanket. Weirdo.