Well, it starts out I was late for work in the morning because I let my dog out, and then couldn't find him to let him back in. I said, "whatever" because he used to be an outside dog before I got him and it didn't worry me at all. And I was late so I just left him out. We have a huge yard. What could go wrong? Right?
So then I get to work. I'd forgotten to eat because of worrying about the dog and I don't get lunch till one. I asked for a small break to get some of my blood sugar up. Nope! Can't do that! So, whatever. By the time one comes around I'm just shaking and trying not to be sick on anyone. And because it's one, I have to go wait in line for lunch. :( And everyone is ordering for like, 15 people, and only two people are working so it takes me a good 20 minutes to get a sandwhich. So I wolf that down (Heartburn!) and head back, where I'm put on the front line instead of the garden center. I get to go back to the garden center to give someone else a break. It's about this time that I just start giggling.
And then I get told off for (after no one answering the phone! twice!) ducking my head in the see if anyone was at the desk because as a cashier I can't do that. And customers are pissed at me because I can't help them like "the regular ladies" can. It's not the work that makes me feel stupid, it's the people!
So work is over. Yay!
Not. I return a phone call and it gets really, really, depressing from there. Because I'm stupid and I should really learn to read people. Or, I don't know, get the obvious. But as someone without a lot of friends... I mean... I was kinda hoping. And I guess that hope was just blinding me. So, well, anyway, I have a long, sad ride home. Oh well, bookstores are havens for the lonely. But I don't feel like going to one today.
And that's probably a good idea considering what happens when I get home. And I can't find my dog. Still. But finally, he comes wandering up and all I can think is "Whose blood is /that!?/" because my dog is covered in blood. Matted all around his head. and he's still dripping. I can't see any wound though, so I take him to the tub, getting blood /everywhere/ in the process, and start washing it off to see /where/ it's coming from. He's not acting too hurt, which is good, but everytime I let go of his head, he shakes and blood/water goes everywhere and it's all over my bathroom walls and some clothes and towels and all the hell over me. And after scrubbing and washing all I can find is the blood coming from the very tip of his ear. And there seems to be no other mark. So by this time Justin has showed up (He's already cleaned the trail leading to the bathroom) and he holds Jack while I superglue the tiny little cut on his ear that won't quit bleeding because he won't quit shaking his head. So we hold the dog waiting for the glue to dry, and mom comes in and sees blood all over everthing in my bathroom (thank god she didn't get home before Justin had cleaned the other part of the house) and just about freaks.
So... Ugh.
Jack is doing wonderfully. Still as active and cute as ever. No more blood or anything, so the liquid bandage did it's job. I think I have most of the blood cleaned up, but I keep finding tiny spots on the wood or grout that I missed. And my clothes and the towels are being washed.
At least blood is easy to clean. And I might get some writing out of it. I'll let it stew, and see what I can do.
But all I have to say, is yesterday better be worth some major Happily Ever After Points.
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