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This has been one of those weeks that just won’t quit, and we’re only on Wednesday. Fail. The mother is out of town with the Marklar, the father is busy and basically in China…or maybe just Pacifica, but who’s really keeping track? The Bear has pneumonia, we’re still short-staffed at work, Bear was supposed to work at our store a few days this week because of that, but since he’s dying and stuff, I’m covering both our shifts.

 

He’s not really dying. He’s mostly just pathetic and buttheaded about it the way dumb, sick bears are sometimes. And he’s not even here right now, so I guess I don’t really have much to complain about, since his girlfriend and her family have lovingly opened their arms to his disgusting, diseased awfulness. I suppose if he were here right now, I might insist he wear a medical mask. At least over there, as far as I know, he doesn’t have to do that. So it’s probably for the best that I’ve been left here all by my lonesome.

 

It really has been a hell of a week, though. I’ve got a pot of coffee brewing right now, not because I intend to drink it, but because the smell kind of comforts me. (I guess this means I owe Marklar some coffee grounds, since it’s his coffee, not mine, but maybe we can just settle on some other, less ridiculous payback. Ice cream, perhaps? But only when I’m less broke and pathetic…and, um, when I can work up the strength to drive myself over to the store and get a carton or two.) I had an anxiety attack Monday morning, and a bazillion phone calls to make that evening after we discovered just how sick Bear is, which then brought the anxiety back on. After a brief Harry Potter break with some friends (epic film, by the way. Totally resisting the urge to reread all the books), I was back to work the next morning.

 

I had a woman come in a few weeks ago who wanted a specific item ordered for her daughter’s birthday, so I placed the order before I left for D.C. for my mother’s wedding. Admittedly, I completely forgot about it, figuring it had been dealt with while I was gone. It later turned out that the store that was supposed to send the item had never sent it. I ended up calling them and getting the associate to do the transfer while I was on the phone with her. I then called this woman, who was pretty ticked off by this point, and left her a voicemail stating that the item would be in today’s shipment. Naturally, she showed up yesterday and flipped out when—Oh, my freaking God! Holy shit! What do you mean it’s not here yet? What do you mean you don’t get your shipment until tomorrow—she discovered it hadn’t magically appeared a day early.

 

Long, idiotic story short, it all ended with her screaming that I’d personally ruined her daughter’s birthday and that she’d never shop with us again. Bummer. Sorry, kid, whoever you are. If it’s any consolation to you, just know that your mother caused my anxiety to come back, and I’m slowly turning into a fat kid because I can’t stop shoveling chocolate into my gaping maw.

 

And then other stuff happened, and some other stuff went wrong, and by the end of the night, I was about ready to drop dead. Ah, sweet, sweet forever sleep….

 

…which brings us essentially to right now. I bailed a little early today, came home, ate the rest of my epically awesome burrito, ate chocolate chips like a fat kid, brewed coffee I’m not gonna drink, and I’m busy thinking a nap in a big, hairy pile with the dog and cat sounds amazing.

 

This whole being a grown-up and dealing with grown-up stuff kinda sucks sometimes. Thereagain, my kitchen currently smells like cinnamon and coffee, and my front yard is covered with blooming dandelions, so it’s not all bad.

 

 

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  1. August 10, 2011 at 6:25 pm

    I guess this means I owe Marklar some coffee grounds,.., but maybe we can just settle on some other, less ridiculous payback.

    Payback can be this: some pictures of my cat on FB along with a 25 word Greebo update (or six stanzas on the same subject in iambic pentameter).

    • August 10, 2011 at 8:43 pm

      I was just gonna go buy you a carton or two of salted pecan ice cream.

    • August 10, 2011 at 8:46 pm

      Also, Beaux-Beaux is fine and dandy. He tried to race outside when we locked up the chickens, but Dup chased him over the couch. He sulked for a while, but he finally achieved his goal when I took Dup out front to pee. I imagine he’s probably happily killing things as I type this. 😛

      • August 11, 2011 at 8:23 pm

        Thank you – now please feed him those chicken strips in the fridge which are about to expire.
        p.s. your ID on your responsed is truncated, so it looks like your blog is called “shityourcat[does]”

  2. August 10, 2011 at 7:28 pm

    Possible title: “At least the crazy dog loves me”. Another: “I am the most important person in the crazy puppy’s life”. Whaddaya think?

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