A Journalesque Post
Yeah, this is kind of like a diary type thing, but I was so excited that I actually got along with my one boss today. It was the one I'd been having some problems with, but today she acted like she used to before the drama yacht had a party. When I asked questions, she wasn't annoyed, when I made a joke, she laughed, and she even commented on the nonsensical actions of a past employee to me! It might have had something to do with the fact that I worked really hard with the help of our central HR department on the phone to figure out a very strange problem with someone's check. I felt so happy afterward, because the girl said, "I'm so happy there's people like you working in this type of job." I was jumping for joy on the inside, so maybe my boss noticed that I did something well for once! Maybe it was because I was too tired to be annoyed with anything today. Seriously, I was just in a daze the entire time. I'm lucky I even figured out the paycheck problem, but I feel like I would have solved it faster were I at full thinking capacity (and might not have even had to get our central office involved...). In all, the employee was happy, so I guess I'll stick that way too. And my boss treated me nice... which was swell.
As for the reason why I was so tired, my freaking puppy kept me up half the night last night. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I have four dogs, two of which are older and very tame, one of which is a huge barker, but also a little lover to anyone she knows, and then there's the puppy. The older three are all Chihuahuas, so we're used to their antics as puppies. This one, however, is a Jack Russell Terrier, which is a completely different type of bad. If you leave him, don't feed him fast enough, don't pick him up, hold him too long, or keep him from something new and exciting, he cries as if he's being tortured. Seriously, people would call a rescue service if they only went off of the sound of his tantrums. Oh, and he pees all over the place, tries to steal food off of your plate and out of your mouth, will go up but not down stairs, chews everything he possibly can, and terrorized the other dogs. Lastly, his favorite spot to sleep is on a human shoulder. Therein lies the sleeplessness. I have to get in an uncomfortable position, try to ignore him squirming obnoxiously every so often, and worry every time he moves that he might pee anywhere on my bed. But I can't deny how adorable and lovable he is, so I guess I'll just continue dealing.
As a reward for looking at this long shit, have some cute:
By the way Ashley, I hate you and your chosen penis life support system, even though he's gay! I want to go to the mall, dammit! MALLLLLLLLLLLLL! KING OF PRUSSIAAAAAA!
As for the reason why I was so tired, my freaking puppy kept me up half the night last night. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I have four dogs, two of which are older and very tame, one of which is a huge barker, but also a little lover to anyone she knows, and then there's the puppy. The older three are all Chihuahuas, so we're used to their antics as puppies. This one, however, is a Jack Russell Terrier, which is a completely different type of bad. If you leave him, don't feed him fast enough, don't pick him up, hold him too long, or keep him from something new and exciting, he cries as if he's being tortured. Seriously, people would call a rescue service if they only went off of the sound of his tantrums. Oh, and he pees all over the place, tries to steal food off of your plate and out of your mouth, will go up but not down stairs, chews everything he possibly can, and terrorized the other dogs. Lastly, his favorite spot to sleep is on a human shoulder. Therein lies the sleeplessness. I have to get in an uncomfortable position, try to ignore him squirming obnoxiously every so often, and worry every time he moves that he might pee anywhere on my bed. But I can't deny how adorable and lovable he is, so I guess I'll just continue dealing.
As a reward for looking at this long shit, have some cute:
Click to viewBy the way Ashley, I hate you and your chosen penis life support system, even though he's gay! I want to go to the mall, dammit! MALLLLLLLLLLLLL! KING OF PRUSSIAAAAAA!