A brief interlude
I just got a call from my co-worker, asking me if I could take his shift tonight at the Oromocto store.
I need hours, and have a very tenuous grasp of where Oromocto is in regards to Fredericton, so I said yes. After this, I called George's to find out how much a cab from Fredericton to Oromocto is, the answer being $23.00 one-way. As I only have $29.00 to last me until Sunday, I hastily attempted to catch Adam before he left the house to procure some money from him, failing to realize my foot was asleep, and resulting in me twisting my foot in a strange angle, and collapsinig on the floor in pain, screaming. Adam, coming to investigate the fuss, thought that the problem was some gunk that he observed on my face, so he set to work Veronica-Marsing the source of said gunk, which turned out to be a chunk of cat poo of semi-mysterious origin (semi-mysterious because it obviously came from Joey Pants, but really had no reason to be on my face and hand at that particular momoent in time) that had somehow made its way onto my hand during the melee -- by this point, of course, Adam's detective work proved unnecessary, as I had also caught of whiff of the FRIGGING CAT POOP ON MY FACE AND HAND.
In short:
1. I really need to stop taking shifts blindly.
2. I hate my cat.
3. In case nobody has ever had the pleasure of observing this about me, I am a bumbling spaz.
4. On this note, I bid thee adieu.
I need hours, and have a very tenuous grasp of where Oromocto is in regards to Fredericton, so I said yes. After this, I called George's to find out how much a cab from Fredericton to Oromocto is, the answer being $23.00 one-way. As I only have $29.00 to last me until Sunday, I hastily attempted to catch Adam before he left the house to procure some money from him, failing to realize my foot was asleep, and resulting in me twisting my foot in a strange angle, and collapsinig on the floor in pain, screaming. Adam, coming to investigate the fuss, thought that the problem was some gunk that he observed on my face, so he set to work Veronica-Marsing the source of said gunk, which turned out to be a chunk of cat poo of semi-mysterious origin (semi-mysterious because it obviously came from Joey Pants, but really had no reason to be on my face and hand at that particular momoent in time) that had somehow made its way onto my hand during the melee -- by this point, of course, Adam's detective work proved unnecessary, as I had also caught of whiff of the FRIGGING CAT POOP ON MY FACE AND HAND.
In short:
1. I really need to stop taking shifts blindly.
2. I hate my cat.
3. In case nobody has ever had the pleasure of observing this about me, I am a bumbling spaz.
4. On this note, I bid thee adieu.