Cats, life and a mini-ramble involving plane!death
Ye gods what a day.
It started off well. Our resident stray cat* had reappeared overnight and I managed to catch her and then take her to a shelter that are going to treat her and rehome her. Leaving her was unpleasant- she was terrified of the new place and kept shaking and trying to follow me. Still, at least she's got a chance now.
There's an office move going on today and everyone's bickering about it, it's not very nice. In the midst of it all I have nothing to do, there seems to be nothing I can help with. Why don't they just send me home?
I could rant forever about what's driving me crazy about my current job but I won't. Let's just say that this placement is a tad exasperating. Thankfully free of overbearing, obnoxious, control freaks and psycho cat haters though.
So yes, life's still plodding on. I still have no idea what I want to do: I've got all this pent up ambition and nothing to aim it at. Started making lists of things I've considered. Eliminating options is proving to be difficult as one day I've decided against it and the next I'm reconsidering. The only easy one to cross off was perhaps ironically the one I've most seriously considered - RAF pilot (don't laugh). They couldn't take me because of the fainting thing- though if they had I would've been able to have 'Leaving on a jet plane' played at my funeral (take note: it's what I want played if I die in a plane related accident... or murder).
/rambling.
*She's been living in spin_guy's hedge for the last two weeks.
It started off well. Our resident stray cat* had reappeared overnight and I managed to catch her and then take her to a shelter that are going to treat her and rehome her. Leaving her was unpleasant- she was terrified of the new place and kept shaking and trying to follow me. Still, at least she's got a chance now.
There's an office move going on today and everyone's bickering about it, it's not very nice. In the midst of it all I have nothing to do, there seems to be nothing I can help with. Why don't they just send me home?
I could rant forever about what's driving me crazy about my current job but I won't. Let's just say that this placement is a tad exasperating. Thankfully free of overbearing, obnoxious, control freaks and psycho cat haters though.
So yes, life's still plodding on. I still have no idea what I want to do: I've got all this pent up ambition and nothing to aim it at. Started making lists of things I've considered. Eliminating options is proving to be difficult as one day I've decided against it and the next I'm reconsidering. The only easy one to cross off was perhaps ironically the one I've most seriously considered - RAF pilot (don't laugh). They couldn't take me because of the fainting thing- though if they had I would've been able to have 'Leaving on a jet plane' played at my funeral (take note: it's what I want played if I die in a plane related accident... or murder).
/rambling.
*She's been living in spin_guy's hedge for the last two weeks.