so hey, remember how i said that my dog, zucchini, had been sick? he had tumors on his side and he wasn't eating very much and throwing up. well, i came home from work today to find that my mom had taken him to be put down without telling me.
and it just really pissed me off, because my whole life, she hasn't listened to what i've said, or has taken it the wrong way. i made a huge point of telling her that he needed to be put out of his misery soon, but that i wanted to say goodbye to him, so just give me some notice. and it's usually about little things, but the ONE TIME it was really important, she fucked up. she told me tonight that i said to do it without letting me know, which i know for SURE is wrong, because why the hell wouldn't i want to say goodbye to my dog of 10 years?! and right before we go on vacation? blah.
also today a lady that didn't speak good english stayed in the store 15 minutes past closing (an hour and fifteen minutes all together), and made us get down ELEVEN PAIRS of shoes for her, and only bought one.
and brian made a big point of asking me what i look for in a guy and what my dating prospects are, but then complained about having to close with me wednesday.
whatever, life.
r.i.p. zucchini
1997-2007