Dare I post?
Let's see: I've been transferred again, and it's really no surprise. The great manager I had in Auburndale had been transferred himself almost two months after I got there. He was replaced by a cocky, former "Regional Guy" (aka, worked at "Corporate" before his job was disappeared) who had no love for me at all.
What is it with 30-something men and me? Maybe it's not me. It's certainly not them. I think I'm a little head-strong, a bit independent, and having been raised by a man, I don't really "know my place" with regards to business.
So off I went. I had a feeling about it, and actually knew my transfer was going to happen about two weeks before the news broke. The plus side is, that the commute to work is at most 15 minutes. The downside is, the store does about 1/3 of my last location, so it's incredibly lonely, and VERY boring.
We're currently taking care of a kitten for a couple of co-workers from my old location. They had found him, Graham is his name, when he was about two weeks old. They bottle-fed him, and then were confronted with a room-mate situation that was untenable cat-wise, so brought Graham to Angel Memorial. When I found out, I told them to get me the person to contact at Angel and to see if we could take Graham ourselves, keeping him here until they were set up to have him returned to them.
It's been 9 days since we got Graham. I'm trying to remember Milo's kittenhood, and I'm thinking that he wasn't nearly as rambunctious at this one. Milo. It's been almost 6 years. He's enormous, gorgeous, and still a pain. But he's my boy.
Here is a shot of Graham (which in Scots English pronounciation rhymes with Mayhem):
and another:
What is it with 30-something men and me? Maybe it's not me. It's certainly not them. I think I'm a little head-strong, a bit independent, and having been raised by a man, I don't really "know my place" with regards to business.
So off I went. I had a feeling about it, and actually knew my transfer was going to happen about two weeks before the news broke. The plus side is, that the commute to work is at most 15 minutes. The downside is, the store does about 1/3 of my last location, so it's incredibly lonely, and VERY boring.
We're currently taking care of a kitten for a couple of co-workers from my old location. They had found him, Graham is his name, when he was about two weeks old. They bottle-fed him, and then were confronted with a room-mate situation that was untenable cat-wise, so brought Graham to Angel Memorial. When I found out, I told them to get me the person to contact at Angel and to see if we could take Graham ourselves, keeping him here until they were set up to have him returned to them.
It's been 9 days since we got Graham. I'm trying to remember Milo's kittenhood, and I'm thinking that he wasn't nearly as rambunctious at this one. Milo. It's been almost 6 years. He's enormous, gorgeous, and still a pain. But he's my boy.
Here is a shot of Graham (which in Scots English pronounciation rhymes with Mayhem):
and another: