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I feel guilty disciplining Seamus even though he deserves it. Soon as it becomes nighttime, he goes ape shit. It's been a persistent problem for nearly five years, and I'm not sure what to do with him. Like tonight, he terrorizes Abbey--and she has enough problems being the most nervous cat alive. Then he bangs the kitchen cabinets trying to get to the wet food he always craves. At one in the fucking morning, you do not want to have to get out of bed and reprimand a goddamn cat. But here I am, sleepy but too pissed off to go to sleep. What's worse is that I can't figure out if my yelling and spraying him with the water bottle can ever get through to him. Is a cat capable of associating one bad behavior with the resulting punishment??? His reaction when I catch him is so baffling. He either darts for any other room or he stops in his tracks in submission. He seems to understand that he's done wrong yet he continues to do the same thing over and over and over. Do cats have whatever it takes in their brain to understand when they're doing wrong? Seamus's reaction seems to suggest they do, yet as I've said I can't figure out how to get him to stop completely. I hate seeing him so submissive and fearful because he's an awesome cat most of the time, but his behavior--especially at this hour--is intolerable.
Well, enough of that. I began my training at Best Buy tonight. It was fine, although the experience of seeing so many corporate motivational short films felt like something out of A Clockwork Orange, such as when the protagonist undergoes therapy and his eyelids are pinned apart so he can't blink or look away. Five hours of that shit, seriously. I found out too that I'll be *required* to work a twelve-hour shift the day after Thanksgiving. Being a non-weirdo I've never gone shopping on that Big Day, but I've heard horror stories from fellow retail cohorts. Yeesh. Not lookin' forward to that.
So Gary, I'm thrilled you're coming to the Ham, but I'm worried I'll be stuck working the entire time. I certainly hope not, but it's pretty damn likely.
Now I'm WIDE AWAKE. Thanks again, Seamus.
Well, enough of that. I began my training at Best Buy tonight. It was fine, although the experience of seeing so many corporate motivational short films felt like something out of A Clockwork Orange, such as when the protagonist undergoes therapy and his eyelids are pinned apart so he can't blink or look away. Five hours of that shit, seriously. I found out too that I'll be *required* to work a twelve-hour shift the day after Thanksgiving. Being a non-weirdo I've never gone shopping on that Big Day, but I've heard horror stories from fellow retail cohorts. Yeesh. Not lookin' forward to that.
So Gary, I'm thrilled you're coming to the Ham, but I'm worried I'll be stuck working the entire time. I certainly hope not, but it's pretty damn likely.
Now I'm WIDE AWAKE. Thanks again, Seamus.