Christmas Kitty
As far as I know this is Cleo's first real Christmas. This time last year she was a street kitty, pregnant and living under a bridge (sounds like some kind of Lifetime movie). Now she's overweight, gets brushed, played with and still tries to attack Tinkerbell when she can.
Work has been kicking my butt; working in retail at Christmas will do that to you. Today was insane and we had line ups to the door practically from 8:30am and it never stopped. Although it was stressful and busy it was fun because the right people were on and when you get the right people things just run smoothly. Oh, and my boss wasn't there (which has turned into a whole story in and of itself). For the most part people are nice, but you also notice the dumb fucks and just plain out spoiled/rich people. I work in a Starbucks in the richest community in Canada, so you can imagine some of the spoiled, rude, entitled people that come in. Anyway, today this girl wanted to jump the line and get the person on bar to start her drink before she had stood in line and paid because she was in a hurry. The person on bar told her 'no' and how it wasn't fair to other customers waiting in line for their drinks and if she was in a hurry then she should have come in sooner/not at all, when the girl got to the counter she was muttering how the girl at the bar was a fucking bitch. Sometimes humanity never fails to disappoint me in one way or the other. Even the other day some mother with her toddler was in and the kid was running around, pulling out all the toys and taking them around the store, taking food out of the self serve case and OPENING them. The stupid mother didn't really pay attention to any of it and didn't seem to care; she did pay for the opened items, but the best part? I serve another customer her scone and a coffee, she goes to get a table and puts her things down and goes to put cream in her coffee, she turns around and the little brat toddler IS LICKING THE ICING OFF OF THIS WOMAN'S SCONE WITH HER FINGER! I mean WTF? It was too busy to see if the woman confronted the mother, but I was just dumbstruck.
Tomorrow I volunteer at Petsmart for the Pet Photos with Santa; I'm the photographer and I get to take pictures of all the confused and terrified pets with Santa. :D
I got my eyebrow pierced the other day, but not by choice. Tinkerbell was asleep on the ledge of the living room window and I guess she wanted to turn over and ended up rolling off the ledge. However the couch is right underneath and I was sitting on it and my face kinda broke her fall, now I have a nice little gash on right eyebrow. Ahhh, cats.