Excerpts from my day
The assistant manager at work was not born in the United States. She’s from India or the Middle East. I don’t know. Pakistan, maybe? Anyway, today I was witness to this conversation…
Assistant Manager: When is Cinco de Mayo?
Co-worker: Um… the fifth of May?
Assistant Manager: American holidays are just excuses to drink, aren’t they?
Co-worker: Um…
She was totally serious. I have learned that it’s never a good idea to laugh at someone who has the power to fire you, so I promptly left the area.
I also have a story about my cat to share. Now, when I say ‘my cat,’ I mean a big ball of fluff that showed up on my balcony one day and never left. He was a stray and, I think, always has been. I believe this to be true because we bought him a litter box and he won’t even look at it. He seems to think it’s an odd contraption for the use of humans. And so, we always put him outside when we go to work or sleep. During the day he just paws at the back door if he needs to go pee. He’s a good dog like that.
But I digress. Today, I went to put him out so that I could go to bed and I found him in my room. He rarely goes in there but I found him cuddled up to my sleeping fiancé, snoozing away. It was so cute. I just stood there for a minute and watched my two favorite boys sleep.
And then I threw his ass outside in the rain.
It sounds terrible, I know. Poor kitty, half asleep. But he’s never shit in the house and I’d like to keep it that way. He’ll forgive me, he always does. When I get home from work tomorrow, he’ll be waiting for me and when he gets inside, I’ll give him kitty treats and scratch that one spot on his chin that he so loves to be scratched.
Assistant Manager: When is Cinco de Mayo?
Co-worker: Um… the fifth of May?
Assistant Manager: American holidays are just excuses to drink, aren’t they?
Co-worker: Um…
She was totally serious. I have learned that it’s never a good idea to laugh at someone who has the power to fire you, so I promptly left the area.
I also have a story about my cat to share. Now, when I say ‘my cat,’ I mean a big ball of fluff that showed up on my balcony one day and never left. He was a stray and, I think, always has been. I believe this to be true because we bought him a litter box and he won’t even look at it. He seems to think it’s an odd contraption for the use of humans. And so, we always put him outside when we go to work or sleep. During the day he just paws at the back door if he needs to go pee. He’s a good dog like that.
But I digress. Today, I went to put him out so that I could go to bed and I found him in my room. He rarely goes in there but I found him cuddled up to my sleeping fiancé, snoozing away. It was so cute. I just stood there for a minute and watched my two favorite boys sleep.
And then I threw his ass outside in the rain.
It sounds terrible, I know. Poor kitty, half asleep. But he’s never shit in the house and I’d like to keep it that way. He’ll forgive me, he always does. When I get home from work tomorrow, he’ll be waiting for me and when he gets inside, I’ll give him kitty treats and scratch that one spot on his chin that he so loves to be scratched.