It's all good
It's "make your own personal pizza" night at our house.
As I write this, Tazzer is napping on my chest. So sweet. Cooler weather is ideal for kitty-snuggling.
No gas attacks at work today. Got all my work done on time, even though I got pulled to cash three times. I am, however, getting more assertive about saying "for ten minutes" when asked, and when the ten minutes are up, they're up and I say something.
I used the electronic gun to order tags today. I'm getting more accustomed to using the various types of equipment I have at my disposal. I thought I was screwing up, but it was explained to me that the message I was getting on the gun meant some IT person somewhere hadn't had a chance to enter the item in our data base. This, in turn, is most likely because we're growing too fast and all the parts of the organization haven't been able to catch up with each other. Kinda like when a seventeen-year-old boy grows eight inches in a year and his knees crap out on him until they have a chance to catch up.
Ebony's meds are kicking in and she's somewhat more comfortable. I'll give her some more massage on her legs and see if that helps. She doesn't cry when I do it, which I take to mean it's not painful. Her hind legs are so swollen! They're normally that way, a function of her being part Shar-pei, but this is terrible.
As I write this, Tazzer is napping on my chest. So sweet. Cooler weather is ideal for kitty-snuggling.
No gas attacks at work today. Got all my work done on time, even though I got pulled to cash three times. I am, however, getting more assertive about saying "for ten minutes" when asked, and when the ten minutes are up, they're up and I say something.
I used the electronic gun to order tags today. I'm getting more accustomed to using the various types of equipment I have at my disposal. I thought I was screwing up, but it was explained to me that the message I was getting on the gun meant some IT person somewhere hadn't had a chance to enter the item in our data base. This, in turn, is most likely because we're growing too fast and all the parts of the organization haven't been able to catch up with each other. Kinda like when a seventeen-year-old boy grows eight inches in a year and his knees crap out on him until they have a chance to catch up.
Ebony's meds are kicking in and she's somewhat more comfortable. I'll give her some more massage on her legs and see if that helps. She doesn't cry when I do it, which I take to mean it's not painful. Her hind legs are so swollen! They're normally that way, a function of her being part Shar-pei, but this is terrible.