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Well, what do you know? I quit the deli and got a job at an animal shelter, without even an interview. I've spent the last 3 1/2 weeks working at the Gulf Coast Humane Society, working mostly with cats (about 80+ of them) in the "kitten room", but sometimes I work in the "cat room" with cleaner, older cats, and my fave: 2 Great Danes and a poor, arthritic 3983794-year old Shepard mix that looks more like a coyote.
It's a great job compared to my last one. I got paid 6.35 an hour at the deli (after two raises!), this place started me off at 7.50 an hour and it's a (relatively) easier, much more fun, and less stressful job.
Plus, I get to be around dogs (a little.) I'm not a cat person, I'll never own a cat. Sure, a lot of them are sweet and playful, but in general scaredy cats get on me nerves. I'm very fond of dogs, big dogs not small ones, especially the Great Danes, Dobermans, German Shepards, and Huskies. So it's nice to be around them, take them for walks (sometimes) for pay when I cannot have my own dog (not till I move out, and I won't have one in some tiny apartment. I think it sucks big donkey dong when people have large dogs in little places: they need a decent-sized yards.)
Mostly I spend my days cleaning cages, petting the nice kitties and wrestling with the feral ones.
Yes, feral. We get quite a few of them. 2 of them right now are the most beautiful cats we have, Siamese with violet-blue eyes, and they are the meanest of all ferals we got. One of them keeps its ears flat coming out straight from each side of its head, to where it makes a perfect straight line from one ear tip to the other. It sits continuously in its litter box, head down, perfect blue eyes barely seeing above the rim of the box. When you walk by, those eyes ominously follow you.
The other cat's ears go straight back instead of sideways. It is the meanest/most frightened of the two. It immediately begins hissing and pounding its paw against the floor when you approach it. Like straight out of a horror movie.
I'm still wrestling with depression. I do nothing besides work and sleep. I get off work at 6, shower, read a bit, turn off the light at about 8pm and go to sleep. Usually especially lately I get up about 2-3am and lie in bed or get up then go back to sleep about 6am and get back up for work at 7.
I haven't been making anything. Hadn't had the desire. I know I need to break out of this and am going to try. I feel almost nothing.
I suppose that is it for now.
It's a great job compared to my last one. I got paid 6.35 an hour at the deli (after two raises!), this place started me off at 7.50 an hour and it's a (relatively) easier, much more fun, and less stressful job.
Plus, I get to be around dogs (a little.) I'm not a cat person, I'll never own a cat. Sure, a lot of them are sweet and playful, but in general scaredy cats get on me nerves. I'm very fond of dogs, big dogs not small ones, especially the Great Danes, Dobermans, German Shepards, and Huskies. So it's nice to be around them, take them for walks (sometimes) for pay when I cannot have my own dog (not till I move out, and I won't have one in some tiny apartment. I think it sucks big donkey dong when people have large dogs in little places: they need a decent-sized yards.)
Mostly I spend my days cleaning cages, petting the nice kitties and wrestling with the feral ones.
Yes, feral. We get quite a few of them. 2 of them right now are the most beautiful cats we have, Siamese with violet-blue eyes, and they are the meanest of all ferals we got. One of them keeps its ears flat coming out straight from each side of its head, to where it makes a perfect straight line from one ear tip to the other. It sits continuously in its litter box, head down, perfect blue eyes barely seeing above the rim of the box. When you walk by, those eyes ominously follow you.
The other cat's ears go straight back instead of sideways. It is the meanest/most frightened of the two. It immediately begins hissing and pounding its paw against the floor when you approach it. Like straight out of a horror movie.
I'm still wrestling with depression. I do nothing besides work and sleep. I get off work at 6, shower, read a bit, turn off the light at about 8pm and go to sleep. Usually especially lately I get up about 2-3am and lie in bed or get up then go back to sleep about 6am and get back up for work at 7.
I haven't been making anything. Hadn't had the desire. I know I need to break out of this and am going to try. I feel almost nothing.
I suppose that is it for now.