and this guy is a good friend and he was saying that if he can't find a home for his cat he was gonna let him go in a park. i even get bags of weed from him but i told him if he does it i'll have to turn him in (for the cat thing). i don't really want a (male) cat right now, so i was playing hardball and hoping he'd find another solution. also there's another female co-worker who did the same thing a year ago. of course these cats always find their way back home no matter how far you dump them. she eventually put it down from either a urinary infection or kidney stones. so this was a message to her too.
you know and i just got into it with my boss last night over a few bad reviews and favoritism that i'd been stewing about; for a long time, years. (i used to be a good employee) it was sorta nasty. the kind of ppl that could probably kill me with one punch. to his credit he handled it really well. like another co-worker which is essentially his sidekick now said years ago to another co-worker, im gonna get my gun and comeback and shoot you. so i was thinking about blackmailing him. except my boss is really a good liar. and i have a really bad immediate bullshit detector. so he's like george from seinfeld..it's not a lie if you believe it. so i gave up and made peace. and i know.. you guys are probably sayin, well nully we know your faults. and you can extrapolate that in your perception in my workplace. and if you can, kudos to you. perhaps i can learn from it. it's become total psychology finally understanding these ppl. half of them believe the government is out to get them and spraying the skies.
anyways, so my friend came in and said he dumped the cat. i called him a scumbag and piece of shit, and to his credit, he handled it well. then i got to the time clock and turned around, went back and called the mspca. of course the cruelty officer wasn't in yet and i couldn't leave a message. and it really would've looked bad having the police show up, escorted thru the building. bad for him, bad for me, bad for the department, bad for the company. then he told me the cat came back and he has it. so i told him bring it back in a few days and i'll take it. which we agreed upon. ..problem for me is im a hoarder. and to tell you the truth, there really is no such thing as a hoarder, we're just fucking lazy. so i need a few days to clean. could use more time but i don't have it.
you know the funny thing is, a lot of things cause me to lose confidence. cause me to worry and second guess. my boss situation. that was worrisome. but with animals, it's different. i knew 100% what i should do and never worried. i guess that means thats all i got going for me...which is nice.
you know and i just got into it with my boss last night over a few bad reviews and favoritism that i'd been stewing about; for a long time, years. (i used to be a good employee) it was sorta nasty. the kind of ppl that could probably kill me with one punch. to his credit he handled it really well. like another co-worker which is essentially his sidekick now said years ago to another co-worker, im gonna get my gun and comeback and shoot you. so i was thinking about blackmailing him. except my boss is really a good liar. and i have a really bad immediate bullshit detector. so he's like george from seinfeld..it's not a lie if you believe it. so i gave up and made peace. and i know.. you guys are probably sayin, well nully we know your faults. and you can extrapolate that in your perception in my workplace. and if you can, kudos to you. perhaps i can learn from it. it's become total psychology finally understanding these ppl. half of them believe the government is out to get them and spraying the skies.
anyways, so my friend came in and said he dumped the cat. i called him a scumbag and piece of shit, and to his credit, he handled it well. then i got to the time clock and turned around, went back and called the mspca. of course the cruelty officer wasn't in yet and i couldn't leave a message. and it really would've looked bad having the police show up, escorted thru the building. bad for him, bad for me, bad for the department, bad for the company. then he told me the cat came back and he has it. so i told him bring it back in a few days and i'll take it. which we agreed upon. ..problem for me is im a hoarder. and to tell you the truth, there really is no such thing as a hoarder, we're just fucking lazy. so i need a few days to clean. could use more time but i don't have it.
you know the funny thing is, a lot of things cause me to lose confidence. cause me to worry and second guess. my boss situation. that was worrisome. but with animals, it's different. i knew 100% what i should do and never worried. i guess that means thats all i got going for me...which is nice.
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