... due to information overload.
See, the good thing about working at a heritage museum in town is that my bosses know me and so are really flexible about things. The bad thing about workign at a heritage museum is the several hundred pages of information I have to know by the time my job starts in exactly three weeks starting tomorrow.
And by "several hundred" I mean, "at least 800, if not closer to 1000".
I know what I'll be doing for the next three weeks, when I'm not getting fitted for costumes, nursing my ankle or getting holes drilled in my head.
*sigh* I hate memorization... :(
Heh. I bet what'll happen is that I'll get to work having spent the past three weeks cramming my brain with trivia, only to have them go, "OMFG. You tried to memorize all that?! Are you insane? You only have to know the stuff for the buildings you're scheduled to work in and the safety stuff."
The buildings I'm scheduled to work in and the safety stuff still adds up to about 300 pages (as far as I can tell... there may be more that I haven't found yet since the manual isn't very organized).
Which isn't too horrible, I guess, except that it's memorization and I really suck at memorization. They said that I might not even see the buildings I'm tentatively scheduled for since they don't know if someone will get sick or break a bone or something.
We did about 15 km of walking today, so my ankle is not happy at all and is making its displeasure known with lots and lots of PAIN. So the "R" element of RICE is pretty much out the window by now. :p Buuut anyway. My other foot is also unhappy with things, as I spent the majority of the time with all my weight on it so as to relieve the pressure from my sore leg.
Other than that, my sister's puppy is sick and we saw a cat in the barn who (as far as we can tell) was abandoned and so will become a barn cat. The poor thing has kittens and it's obvious her previous owner didn't feed her any extra since she's so skinny that you can see her ribs even through her really poufy coat of fur. Someone gave her some cheese to tide her over until the barn head could buy some cat food and I gave her a bit of my pizza. She's well-kept otherwise and has absolutely no idea how to hunt, which makes us think she's an indoor cat. She's also amazingly affectionate. She literally trotted right up to us and started rubbing up against us, demanding attention. Antother thing that makes us think she was abandoned - wild and feral cats are nowhere near that affectionate.
The final piece of evidence, though, is that she looks exactly like the cat of one of the workers' friends, and that worker said that the friend was planning to get rid of the cat once its kittens were "old enough to eat" - which is nowhere near old enough to fend for themselves while Mama tries to figure out how to hunt. And for that matter, there are a lot of people around here who would love a nice cat like her or a cute little kitten. Just wait another week or two until the kittens are old enough to wean them safely and then advertize on a billboard, or even just ask around. There is no excuse for just abandoning a pet like that. Say your kid decided to have a baby and you didn't want her to - would you abandon your kid and grandkid? It's essentially the same thing! For that matter, you could have avoided the whole mess if you'd just taken your cat to the vet and paid the $40 or so to have her spayed, as you should. HOW DARE SOMEONE GET A PET IF THEY CAN'T BE ARSED TO TAKE PROPER CARE OF IT?! *fumes*
As the owner of one abandoned dog and an adopted cat, as well as the former owner of a dog we had to get rid of, I feel I'm pretty well-versed on this subject. When my dad decided we had to get rid of the other dog (he was becoming vicious due to the teasing of some neighbourhood delinquents - and don't get me started on that since I'll go off on an even bigger rant), it took all of 30 minutes to find a good home for him. Thirty minutes. I'm certain that a sweet cat with no temperment problems at all and who is exceedingly affectionate as well as really pretty would be even easier to find a home for, even considering that she has kittens. Hell, if you're so desperate to get rid of her that she has to be gone that day, why not just drop her off at the animal shelter?
I really don't understand these idiots who can take care of an animal from infancy and have it as a pet, only to abandon it. I mean, if you're farming the animal for food, it's different. You don't form an emotional bond with the animal - or you try not to, anyway - and you think of the animal as a product to be produced. But a pet is a member of the family, and abandoning the pet is every bit as cruel as abandoning a human member of your family.
If you're that cold-hearted, why even get the pet in the first place?
Ahem. Sorry about that. I just plain do not understand these jerks, and they really, really piss me off.
You know, I think I'll add an aspect to one of the gods in my webcomic idea. Said god will become extremely displeased if someone is unneccessarily cruel to an animal. Maybe someone will get the idea. *scowls*
EDIT:
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