Jun 23, 2007 21:02
I'm looking to take up more volunteer work this summer, and it looks like it's going to be at the SPCA. Maybe. I'm thinking about it. Mark and I were there today, and as it turns out, I turn into a puddle of babbling goo in a room full of kitties.
Why was I at the SPCA? Well. Last night at work, at around 2:30 (so, right after the bars closed) Coworker Bonnie and I were sitting around waiting for the rush that would never come (we're still not sure why). Well, we didn't just a rush, but we did get a drunk middle-aged guy who seemed to think we were prostitutes. Buddy threw $85 on the floor before he left.
I didn't feel quite right spending my hella tip on myself, so I put it to good use and bought some food and towels for the cat shelter. Hence my being there - see, it all comes together in the end.
I had to go see my old boss today, in order to give him the official "please give us hotdogs" letter, so he can sponser the karate summer camp in July. (Mark was supposed to write it. He sat in front of the computer staring at a blank screen until I kicked him off and did it myself). I always feel bad that I left QF and they're still sponsoring us anyways.