Um.
Why is my cat licking the printer????
There are just some things in this life that I simply do not understand.
Um.
Why is my cat licking the printer????
There are just some things in this life that I simply do not understand.
I find myself cranky and ultra sensative today. Don’t know why. Maybe it is because yesterday was chock-full of complete frustrations…
Frustration 1: I’ve discovered that I have to learn how to function properly within a group again. Appropriate group dynamics, that sort of thing. Yesterday at work just felt like a bunch of bickering women screeching and chasing their tales around the room. I’m a leader by nature so I quickly tried to step in and keep things running smoothly as we worked on things together. But I’m the newbie so I forgot that it’s going to take some time for these women to trust and accept my leadership. Also, I forgot that, as teachers, they, too are all leaders! I was completely exhausted by the time I came home yesterday. Fortunately, the first aid class was cancelled.
Frustration 2: Our new dishwasher doesn’t work right. The wash cycle is not completing properly or something. Good thing we bought that extended service warranty on it since we bought it from the scratch n’ dent store. But we have to wait till Friday for the repair dude to come out and take a look at it.
Frustration 3: My dad.
(I think I’ll save the details for a separate, password-protected post. Sorry.)
Frustration 4: We had this little microchip thingy put into our dog’s neck when he was a puppy so that if he ever ran away and got lost, a vet could just swipe his neck with a magic wand and read a magic code from his chip to locate his mom and dad. Yesterday, as I was organizing Dobby’s file, I came across the registration papers for said chip and I called the company just to make sure they have our current address and contact information. Go figure, the assholes couldn’t find any record of his chip so they sent me to the vet clinic (Banfield) in Fort Collins where we had it originally “installed.” Naturally, those assholes couldn’t find any record of the chip, either. They had Dobby’s medical records on file but nothing noted about the chip. I started to raise hell by expressing my concerns to the tech who answered the phone but she wouldn’t budge. Basically, if it’s not in her computer, then it doesn’t exist. GREAT! So now we have to take Dobby to his current vet, have them wave their magic wand over his chip to see what comes up and take it from there. If nothing comes up, Honey and I will literally blow our gaskets!
(We have a friend who had her dog similarly chipped. Last year, the dog got out of her yard and disappeared. It turned out that the people who found the dog did take him to a vet to see if he had a chip but apparently there are different “magic wands” that don’t read all the different chips. Thus, these things are not universal. So the people who found the dog adopted him. Somehow our friend, the original owner, found out about it and was crushed that she couldn’t get her dog back. She told her story on local radio and TV stations to no avail. She still won’t get her dog back…just because these freaking chips aren’t universal. So what’s the damned point?! ARGH!)
That pretty much sums up my yesterday. I took today off from work to get some rest and recoup. I believe the residual irritation from yesterday’s frustration is setting in. I am a cranky butt. Steer clear of me!