It's a bullet point kind of night.
• Thank you to everyone who responded to my freakout yesterday. I'm a little better today. I'm still torn between the idea that my agency seems to be implying it's not about me and the whole "It's so CLEARLY me, since I'm the one nobody wants." But I'm not quite as close to the cliff.
• There's a massive pressure change coming through. PLEASE TO BE GETTING HERE NAO!
- a.) the 101 heat index in September can bite me.
- b.) my head is going to EXPLODE soon from the pressure difference inside my sinus cavities and outside of it.
• In the ferret world there is something (perfectly healthy - vitamins, in fact) commonly referred to as 'ferret-crack', because ferrets go apeshit for the stuff. I have discovered... I don't know... ferret-ecstasy... ferret-pure heroin? I mean, this was beyond the pale, even for boyfriends. Kári almost always has to stick his nose into whatever I'm eating. I usually show it to him, he makes this, "what is WRONG with the human and that food that isn't meat?" and he wanders off. Tonight, I offered him a Froot Loop, no seriously, the cereal and he took it and he ran to the floor and chowed. But the best part was the way he ran back to me, crawled up my legs and practically INTO the container I was eating from in his pursuit for MORE FROOT LOOPS OMG WANT MOAR! I'd put him on the floor and he'd crawl right back up on me. We did this through the entire process of me eating the rest of them. If he has blue poop tomorrow, I need to be less than concerned.
• Both the car and the computer get repaired tomorrow.
• The ferrets are currently slam dancing into my feet. *sigh* Ferrets.
• sigh. my imploding head.
* Oh, oh! I have many things in my Etsy! Many Halloween things! Bath bombs! An awesome picture of a squirrel! Go, shop! Help Gaia get meds! Most things are under $10.
• Suits is growing on me more and more, but I'm still fannishly absent.
• Getting a drug test is a very weird Adventur these days. When my agency wanted to know if I was playing with a full deck, they handed me a plastic Q-tip thing right there in the office and said, "suck on this" and I did and they put it in a bag and smushed it and when it didn't turn colors, they assumed I wasn't going to use my pay stub from them as a rolling paper.
Now with CPS... geezis! You go in a room, they tell you to put down your bag and empty your pockets. Of course, for some weird reason I'd been shoving shit in my pockets all day. It was like a clown pocket or something. Just when you think there can't POSSIBLY be anything else in there...
Then they watch you wash your hands. I could feel the nurse's disappointment that I wouldn't put that lethal surgical soap on my eczema-skin, but too damn bad. I've used something like it before and my hands and arms burned all day. Anyway...
Then they show you where the bathroom is and tell you how to pee. No really. They explain how they want you to... *sigh*
Then they watch you wash your hands again.
Then they have you watch while they take the pee out of the cup and put it in the mailing tube doohickey. Then they seal it with this big ass sticker. Then they sign the sticker. Then YOU sign the sticker to say, "yes, this is really my pee". Then you sign four forms that say that it was your pee and you didn't monkey with it and that they can test it and that... I don't even know what else. Four forms to give someone else my pee. That's just weird. Then the forms and the pee go in the bag and then they go in the pee fridge for mailing to another place.
It was a whole THING. And, I mean, sure... I've watched enough alphabet soup t.v. to know that people will really try just about anything to duck a drug test, but... for all that, it's not like they actually *checked* my pockets. For all they knew I could have had a bag of someone else's pee in my cleavage or taped to my leg or something. And I don't have anything to hide, so it's not like I'm being *industrious* in trying to throw their system over. It's just not *hard*.
• Ow my head. Again. Still. Okay... drugs for me and for Gaia and then bed. A lot of bed.
• There's a massive pressure change coming through. PLEASE TO BE GETTING HERE NAO!
- a.) the 101 heat index in September can bite me.
- b.) my head is going to EXPLODE soon from the pressure difference inside my sinus cavities and outside of it.
• In the ferret world there is something (perfectly healthy - vitamins, in fact) commonly referred to as 'ferret-crack', because ferrets go apeshit for the stuff. I have discovered... I don't know... ferret-ecstasy... ferret-pure heroin? I mean, this was beyond the pale, even for boyfriends. Kári almost always has to stick his nose into whatever I'm eating. I usually show it to him, he makes this, "what is WRONG with the human and that food that isn't meat?" and he wanders off. Tonight, I offered him a Froot Loop, no seriously, the cereal and he took it and he ran to the floor and chowed. But the best part was the way he ran back to me, crawled up my legs and practically INTO the container I was eating from in his pursuit for MORE FROOT LOOPS OMG WANT MOAR! I'd put him on the floor and he'd crawl right back up on me. We did this through the entire process of me eating the rest of them. If he has blue poop tomorrow, I need to be less than concerned.
• Both the car and the computer get repaired tomorrow.
• The ferrets are currently slam dancing into my feet. *sigh* Ferrets.
• sigh. my imploding head.
* Oh, oh! I have many things in my Etsy! Many Halloween things! Bath bombs! An awesome picture of a squirrel! Go, shop! Help Gaia get meds! Most things are under $10.
• Suits is growing on me more and more, but I'm still fannishly absent.
• Getting a drug test is a very weird Adventur these days. When my agency wanted to know if I was playing with a full deck, they handed me a plastic Q-tip thing right there in the office and said, "suck on this" and I did and they put it in a bag and smushed it and when it didn't turn colors, they assumed I wasn't going to use my pay stub from them as a rolling paper.
Now with CPS... geezis! You go in a room, they tell you to put down your bag and empty your pockets. Of course, for some weird reason I'd been shoving shit in my pockets all day. It was like a clown pocket or something. Just when you think there can't POSSIBLY be anything else in there...
Then they watch you wash your hands. I could feel the nurse's disappointment that I wouldn't put that lethal surgical soap on my eczema-skin, but too damn bad. I've used something like it before and my hands and arms burned all day. Anyway...
Then they show you where the bathroom is and tell you how to pee. No really. They explain how they want you to... *sigh*
Then they watch you wash your hands again.
Then they have you watch while they take the pee out of the cup and put it in the mailing tube doohickey. Then they seal it with this big ass sticker. Then they sign the sticker. Then YOU sign the sticker to say, "yes, this is really my pee". Then you sign four forms that say that it was your pee and you didn't monkey with it and that they can test it and that... I don't even know what else. Four forms to give someone else my pee. That's just weird. Then the forms and the pee go in the bag and then they go in the pee fridge for mailing to another place.
It was a whole THING. And, I mean, sure... I've watched enough alphabet soup t.v. to know that people will really try just about anything to duck a drug test, but... for all that, it's not like they actually *checked* my pockets. For all they knew I could have had a bag of someone else's pee in my cleavage or taped to my leg or something. And I don't have anything to hide, so it's not like I'm being *industrious* in trying to throw their system over. It's just not *hard*.
• Ow my head. Again. Still. Okay... drugs for me and for Gaia and then bed. A lot of bed.