Last night I got a text from a friend going “Dude, your mom’s dog died.” Wait, what.
I was in the middle of telling new-guy that I was going to leave so I could turn some stuff in when I got the message and then I just had to tell him that I had to go and make a phone call. At this point, a manager came up to give us crap and then told us to “lighten up” and I told him that I just got some really awful news and I wasn’t going to lighten up. I told him my mom’s dog died and I have to call her and he gave me the look I was expecting “Are you serious?” (I’m under the impression that he doesn’t give a crap about anyone’s feelings except his own). I’m now under the impression that he has never had any kind of bond with an animal.
I turned in the stuff that needed to be turned in, clocked out, and immediately called mom. And she told me that she was going to call me if I didn’t call her (we’re terrible at calling each other. I hate phones and deal with the public most days and she’s fairly “meh” when it comes to phones, probably from her 25+ years of working in an attorney’s office as the bookkeeper)
So, I’m talking to mom, and eventually get to the front of the store so the friend who told me could get rung up when the same manager comes up and starts making loud jokes. Friend goes off on him about how he’s rude because I’m in the middle of a “really important phone call” and here he is running his mouth.
I found out that Maggie Moo the ugliest, most adorable dog (she was a Shih Tzu with bug eyes and an underbite) was put to sleep on Friday because they found out she had multiple tumors in her abdomen and, while they could extend her life to maybe a year, mom felt it wasn’t fair to Maggie. She said she’s doing ok, washed the puppy dog toy we bought for Maggie, and keeps it on the table so it’s close by so she can hug it when she needs. Maggie is cremated and now hangs out in an apple orchard in Basset.
I’m thinking about asking a friend of ours how much she’ll charge me to make an amigurimi dog for mom. Or ply her with a bunch of stuffed animals that we have in the house. Mom swears she’s not going to get another dog any time soon, she wants to wait until they have a house again (they live in a house that got converted into 3 apartments) and she’s so disappointed that she couldn’t bury Maggie in the backyard of our old house so she could be with Burney, Heather, and Kelly (two dogs and a cat).
Onto some lighter things:
Jamie bought me some flowers because they are “Orange and super ugly” and he knows that I’d love them. Now I’ve just got to figure out a good place to put them so Snooch, Mewkis, and Carrot don’t eat it.
Jamie won a raccoon stuffie out of the claw machine (first go!) so now my garbage bear has a trash panda and I find it hilarious. He loves it. And I got him a bumblebee-bear (bumblebear). I know I shouldn’t waste the money, but it was $2.50 and too good to pass up.
For whatever reason, I’ve been thinking of Hermux Tantamoq lately (probably because of the heat) and decided to go ahead and re-read The Sands of Time (book 2 of 4 in the series). I love this little series of books and part of me wishes there were more but part of me is glad there’s only four. It’s definitely a series that I can read over and over again and not get tired of. I finished reading Time to Smell the Roses while on the bus to work yesterday and it’s still as enjoyable as the first time I read it. I’m really glad I stumbled upon the first book (Time Stops for No Mouse) while digging through the redacted children’s books in the library basement because it spawned a need to have all four books immediately and I have them.
I got in last night from work to find a sneaky, stinky, slightly green fake dog waiting for me. Bug not only busted out of her crate, but also busted out of the dog room. She’s learning.
I don’t know what it is, but I feel great. Maybe it’s the impending springy-storm that’s supposed to come, maybe because it’s getting warmer, I don’t know.
I know yesterday at work was filled with anger. One department manager spent about twenty minutes yelling into his phone to someone about someone else, one department manager has threatened to quit, one guy was going off about how people needed to “learn to do their god damned jobs,” and one person threw a temper tantrum to the point where they got reported by management (not by me. I only found out because I was pulled to the side because I was a witness to it)
We’ve already hit the 90-degree mark (it’s going to be awful this summer) so maybe it’s the heat making everyone lose their minds.
But hey, no worries. I got a new phone that won’t die on me if I play podcasts for too long, I’m working my way through a Charles L Grant novel, I saw where the wild rose vine behind the house is blooming (woo!), and I have donuts. It’s going to be a good day today.
Also: I’m trying to update more often, as you can see. I want to do more updates, even if it’s something like::
Have I written? No, but I did add a new idea to the list
Have I knitted? No, the green monstrosity still sits on the loom
I posted some new pics on IG, but still haven’t attached the account to fb, twitter, or tumblr (I am terrible at remembering passwords)
I need to update the “Things I have Read” list