It's my journal and I'll cry if I want to
God I feel so craptastic today. Crapalicious. Crap-on-a-crap. I guess there's not really a specific reason, just a ton of little things. I knew the day would suck when I slipped on the dirty metal stairs earlyin the morning and fell right on my ass carrying a pan of fish. And then it just kind of continued to suck. Like, the pelicans ate 0% of their diet. Zero. That's never happened to me once since I took on this project. I've gotten very low numbers, but never zero. And I had to weigh the frogmouth (which consists of grabbing him, stuffing him in a cardboard box and putting him on a scale, none of which he is very keen on, as you may guess, so that makes him hate me and that sucks because I love that nut). And speaking of birds hating me, the pelicans obviously hate me and Rocky (see previous post) hates me because I had to NET her which of course she hates and I had to get another intern to get her into her cage and it took him like 3 seconds.
Then I had to give this tour to the other interns and I was like "Umm....this is the patio pool...with flamingos and stuff...these are pelicans" and another guy started telling random INTERESTING WILDLIFE TRIVIA and I just kind of melted into the background. Actually, I'm just glad I wasn't sweating off half my body weight and shaking and shitting my pants because I generally suck so much at public speaking.
Also there is some policeman's picnic or something in the park nearby and they are fucking loud. Also apparently Mr. Andy Partridge played live with some band in England even though he swore it off 20 years ago and of course I did not get to see this historic event. Also...um...one of the tapes I made for listening to at work broke (as in, the tape reel came out) which doesn't really matter much but it's annoying and this is a whining post so I'm going to whine god damn it.
Also I am feeling lonely because nobody loves me and everyone hates me behind my back and my woman done left me and my dog done run away whoaoaoaoa.
So yeah, fuck those damn little things, right?
Then I had to give this tour to the other interns and I was like "Umm....this is the patio pool...with flamingos and stuff...these are pelicans" and another guy started telling random INTERESTING WILDLIFE TRIVIA and I just kind of melted into the background. Actually, I'm just glad I wasn't sweating off half my body weight and shaking and shitting my pants because I generally suck so much at public speaking.
Also there is some policeman's picnic or something in the park nearby and they are fucking loud. Also apparently Mr. Andy Partridge played live with some band in England even though he swore it off 20 years ago and of course I did not get to see this historic event. Also...um...one of the tapes I made for listening to at work broke (as in, the tape reel came out) which doesn't really matter much but it's annoying and this is a whining post so I'm going to whine god damn it.
Also I am feeling lonely because nobody loves me and everyone hates me behind my back and my woman done left me and my dog done run away whoaoaoaoa.
So yeah, fuck those damn little things, right?