My head is going round in circles right now, much like my belly. My beloved Moppet is under the knife as I write this. She lost an argument with a cat and it's costing her an eye. I found a job and was actually kind of enjoying it, but lost it already. Still reeling after that one. Shocked? Hell yeah! How do you get fired from a gas station for not being good (fast) enough? How sad is that? I KNOW!!!
Yes, I know that isn't the way to look at it, but I'm insulted. No, I don't believe that is the real reason. I may not be as quick as those that have been there for a while, I have to look at the price tags because I don't know what everything costs yet, but I'm not THAT slow. If I were, don't you think they would have said SOMETHING about it before saying "You're a good worker and all but we have to let you go"? But I don't have a clue as to what other reason they may have had. So here I sit, jobless once again. And I had just started to get my shit together, was finally starting to believe and make plans.
The Vet just called. Moppet made it through the surgery just fine. She's not awake yet though, so I can't go pick her up yet. They shaved her face for the surgery and wanted permission to shave her feet too while she's still under because they're pretty matted up. I was like yes PLEASE. Moppet is paranoid about anyone (even me) touching her face and feet (hence the mattes) She won't hold still enough for me to cut them out myself.
Oh, and I didn't have to move after all. I'm still with Sis and Mommo. Chicken Little decided to stay at her Aunt's after graduation (where she's been staying all along when she was home from school, even when we were still at the other house and her bedroom at home was empty).
