Three 'V' Day
Well, I had a triple (well, a double with hopes of a triple) victory day today. By that, I mean that I accomplished at least two, if not three, actually significant things today. As weird as this sounds, I've taken to doing this to help be more focused and pro-active on a daily basis, and considering my wintertime health issues, this is a help for me to monitor my return to normalcy. A triple victory day isn't that common when I'm well, so I celebrate those whenever I can. :D
One: I got some significant papers figured out, filled out, and filed on time. I also got them copied and sent to all the appropriate places. YAY!
Two: I think I had a really good run at a complicated experiment that I've been working on for a month (as did my tech, who was paralleling me with different samples at the same time). I'll find out on Wednesday if it worked, and my tech and I are going to do two more runs tomorrow so I'll have four shots at 'good'. I just need two to equal triplicates with three donors.
Three: We had found a kitten/young cat at the pet store that was up for adoption on Saturday. He's the same age as Shazah (6-7 mos), and Cur pretty much fell in love with the little fella on sight. Sadly, one of our (feline) babies is in decline after a long battle with a metabolic condition, and as we were told early on, there would be a point where the meds stopped working. So, three years later - three GOOD years, mind you - she's in decline. So, when we found Nicodemus (much better for a tiny, but gorgeous black tom than 'Sparty' - ugh), we decide to apply for adoption so Shazah would have a similar aged playmate. Because that gave us (temporarily) four cats, I wondered if that would be a problem, and it turned out, it was. This afternoon, the Human Society called and reluctantly declined our application because our apartment complex only allows three cats per unit. Cur was very upset, and I suggested that he call the complex manager and explain the situation and see if we could get Nico in advance of Chelsea's demise because I was in the middle of an experiment. He was too angry and upset, and had to leave for this therapy appointment. So, as soon as I had a gap in my procedure, I cleared my head, pulled out my Papa!Tarc hat and tugged on the white hairs in my beard (the Smurfs got nuttin' on me!) and called the manager. We quickly worked out a temporary deal where we'd have three months of clearance for the fourth cat. I then spent *45 minutes* calling the Humane Society - mostly on hold and being sent to voice mail during business hours! I had to act quick, you see - I assumed that when they declined the ap, they called Petsmart and put Nico back on the block, plus it was quickly headed to closing time at the HS. So while juggling tubs and ice buckets, I *finally* managed to get the adoption manager on the line, and she cleared our adoption (pending confirmation from the apartment complex, that was) and called to put Nico back on hold for us. :D I was so proud of myself - not taking no, and scoring a big one for Cur, who was so upset. Good hubby! I ROCK! :D We get him tomorrow night. :D
One: I got some significant papers figured out, filled out, and filed on time. I also got them copied and sent to all the appropriate places. YAY!
Two: I think I had a really good run at a complicated experiment that I've been working on for a month (as did my tech, who was paralleling me with different samples at the same time). I'll find out on Wednesday if it worked, and my tech and I are going to do two more runs tomorrow so I'll have four shots at 'good'. I just need two to equal triplicates with three donors.
Three: We had found a kitten/young cat at the pet store that was up for adoption on Saturday. He's the same age as Shazah (6-7 mos), and Cur pretty much fell in love with the little fella on sight. Sadly, one of our (feline) babies is in decline after a long battle with a metabolic condition, and as we were told early on, there would be a point where the meds stopped working. So, three years later - three GOOD years, mind you - she's in decline. So, when we found Nicodemus (much better for a tiny, but gorgeous black tom than 'Sparty' - ugh), we decide to apply for adoption so Shazah would have a similar aged playmate. Because that gave us (temporarily) four cats, I wondered if that would be a problem, and it turned out, it was. This afternoon, the Human Society called and reluctantly declined our application because our apartment complex only allows three cats per unit. Cur was very upset, and I suggested that he call the complex manager and explain the situation and see if we could get Nico in advance of Chelsea's demise because I was in the middle of an experiment. He was too angry and upset, and had to leave for this therapy appointment. So, as soon as I had a gap in my procedure, I cleared my head, pulled out my Papa!Tarc hat and tugged on the white hairs in my beard (the Smurfs got nuttin' on me!) and called the manager. We quickly worked out a temporary deal where we'd have three months of clearance for the fourth cat. I then spent *45 minutes* calling the Humane Society - mostly on hold and being sent to voice mail during business hours! I had to act quick, you see - I assumed that when they declined the ap, they called Petsmart and put Nico back on the block, plus it was quickly headed to closing time at the HS. So while juggling tubs and ice buckets, I *finally* managed to get the adoption manager on the line, and she cleared our adoption (pending confirmation from the apartment complex, that was) and called to put Nico back on hold for us. :D I was so proud of myself - not taking no, and scoring a big one for Cur, who was so upset. Good hubby! I ROCK! :D We get him tomorrow night. :D