Shurrup about the Cat!
Poor auld Kaptain Kat is sick. He has a stomach bug and a flu and a fever. I brought him to the vet yesterday (where he lived for his first 5 months in existance anyway) and he barely moved. His eyes were yellow and his white fur warm and dirty cos he wasn't arsed to clean himself. He languished on the table despondantly until the vet stuck a thermometre up his bum, at which he howled and took off straight into my arms. I got to play vetenary nurse.
So I have had to cancel my trip to the wesht cos this cat needs nursing. Every half hour last night I'd to syringe him some rehydration fluid and water. He hates it. He took his anti-biotics this morning no problem, but he hates the drinking. I plonked him down by his water bowl, pointing and ordering him to drink. The little bashtard pretended to drink but didn't! Honestly! I was secretly proud, but it was a very human thing to do...lapping the air above the water but not actually touching the water. I wonder what he reckons I'll do if he doesn't pretend. I waved the syringe at him, and he pretended some more. Poor eejit's gonna die if I don't shove water into him. Now Way and Tough luck pussy!
This morning as I rode into work on the train, it occured to me that all of the adverts around me were not relevent to me. Strange, isn't it? I don't have a land-line, don't eat meat, am not interested in having a car, don't use vodafone, already speak German...gas. Let the ads shout, cos they aint shoutin at me...
Had chocolate croissants this morning courtesy of work. The place is like a morgue. They are doing business with a partner that my mother used to work for, who have fucked up a few deals, and they are still sticking by the partner. I know for a fact the partner writes dodgy codes and is going down the swanny. I tried to tell them but I am only a lowly receptionist/everything-elser. No matter, taint my problem. Not til the company goes BUST!
Burreh...turns out we haven'y been paid this week either. Feckin' incompetant financial controller who has never been stuck for money in her life thought it'd be fine to leave us hanging til Monday. She has a rock the size of Gibraltar on her finger that you couldn't buy with all our salaries combined. Of course after Christmas, the two 31 day months that comprise December and January have left everyone (except Ms. Cruella DeVille) broke. Lucky for me I squirreled away some "Hammer money" as I like to think of it. So tonight after nursing Kaptain Kat I can go get hammered.
Oh yeah, meant to mention, it never rains but it floods. After the shenanigans with Lord of the Dance, a second unexpected offer came into play last night. Well, hardly into play, into existance would be more correct. From a farmer (beef, no less) down in the midlands, who owns a convenience store. Nice man, BIG, pasty and baldy, sweaty and earnest, totally not my type and to be honest and mean about it, someone I would be inclined to have nightmares about growing intimate with. Sorry, but it's true. Anyway, I got a text that said "Coming up for the weekend, do you want to meet for a drink tomorrow night? Provided you're not smitten with another man :)"
Well I am not the biggest fan of smiley faces, especially when they are used as an excuse for hiding something. Also, I felt it was near impossible to get out of declining civilly, cos Farmer is a nice boy. But he saw me the other night at that party also (maybe I'm ovulating - could that be where the interest stems from?) and I woulda thought he'd know by now I'm not interested. I didn't expect him to be interested and I feel freaked out by it a bit. I'm not sure why, but it always scares me a bit when someone is interested cos I feel like they must of miscalculated somewhere or not looked at me properly. Anyway, I wrote back a text saying "Sorry, off to the wesht this weekend (which I'm not anymore now) and sure amn't I always smitten with somebody". It was the nicest way I could think of to say it....oh feck!
Speaking of which, that reminds me, since I've started writing this blog(another word I dislike), okay, this journal, I have had an unprecedented amount of men in my life. For over 3 years I have been single, with rarely a sniff of interest and suddenly I'm on fire. How come? Dunno. Maybe as the Lord of the Dance says "Because curves are coming back into fashion". Hehehe, I sniggered. Bums are back. Hehehe.
So I have had to cancel my trip to the wesht cos this cat needs nursing. Every half hour last night I'd to syringe him some rehydration fluid and water. He hates it. He took his anti-biotics this morning no problem, but he hates the drinking. I plonked him down by his water bowl, pointing and ordering him to drink. The little bashtard pretended to drink but didn't! Honestly! I was secretly proud, but it was a very human thing to do...lapping the air above the water but not actually touching the water. I wonder what he reckons I'll do if he doesn't pretend. I waved the syringe at him, and he pretended some more. Poor eejit's gonna die if I don't shove water into him. Now Way and Tough luck pussy!
This morning as I rode into work on the train, it occured to me that all of the adverts around me were not relevent to me. Strange, isn't it? I don't have a land-line, don't eat meat, am not interested in having a car, don't use vodafone, already speak German...gas. Let the ads shout, cos they aint shoutin at me...
Had chocolate croissants this morning courtesy of work. The place is like a morgue. They are doing business with a partner that my mother used to work for, who have fucked up a few deals, and they are still sticking by the partner. I know for a fact the partner writes dodgy codes and is going down the swanny. I tried to tell them but I am only a lowly receptionist/everything-elser. No matter, taint my problem. Not til the company goes BUST!
Burreh...turns out we haven'y been paid this week either. Feckin' incompetant financial controller who has never been stuck for money in her life thought it'd be fine to leave us hanging til Monday. She has a rock the size of Gibraltar on her finger that you couldn't buy with all our salaries combined. Of course after Christmas, the two 31 day months that comprise December and January have left everyone (except Ms. Cruella DeVille) broke. Lucky for me I squirreled away some "Hammer money" as I like to think of it. So tonight after nursing Kaptain Kat I can go get hammered.
Oh yeah, meant to mention, it never rains but it floods. After the shenanigans with Lord of the Dance, a second unexpected offer came into play last night. Well, hardly into play, into existance would be more correct. From a farmer (beef, no less) down in the midlands, who owns a convenience store. Nice man, BIG, pasty and baldy, sweaty and earnest, totally not my type and to be honest and mean about it, someone I would be inclined to have nightmares about growing intimate with. Sorry, but it's true. Anyway, I got a text that said "Coming up for the weekend, do you want to meet for a drink tomorrow night? Provided you're not smitten with another man :)"
Well I am not the biggest fan of smiley faces, especially when they are used as an excuse for hiding something. Also, I felt it was near impossible to get out of declining civilly, cos Farmer is a nice boy. But he saw me the other night at that party also (maybe I'm ovulating - could that be where the interest stems from?) and I woulda thought he'd know by now I'm not interested. I didn't expect him to be interested and I feel freaked out by it a bit. I'm not sure why, but it always scares me a bit when someone is interested cos I feel like they must of miscalculated somewhere or not looked at me properly. Anyway, I wrote back a text saying "Sorry, off to the wesht this weekend (which I'm not anymore now) and sure amn't I always smitten with somebody". It was the nicest way I could think of to say it....oh feck!
Speaking of which, that reminds me, since I've started writing this blog(another word I dislike), okay, this journal, I have had an unprecedented amount of men in my life. For over 3 years I have been single, with rarely a sniff of interest and suddenly I'm on fire. How come? Dunno. Maybe as the Lord of the Dance says "Because curves are coming back into fashion". Hehehe, I sniggered. Bums are back. Hehehe.
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