The night before...
Oct. 26th, 2006 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_belle_laideAfter waking up this morning in a totally bad mood from some kind of effed up dream about Frodo Baggins, I got to work to find it was pretty quiet and mellow. Many of the animals had gone home and it was about half of what we had in the last few days. New Jenn (Kennel Jenn or as I call her, Jennel,) came in and we took our time getting everyone out; there was no need to rush around with a firecracker up our butts. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, too, so I mellowed out from my effed up dream pretty quickly. That is, until I found a fat, shiny, bloated TICK on one of the blankets and pretty much shot through the ceiling in hysteria. There's a lot I can take, but ticks make my skin crawl off my body. I grabbed a bottle of Mycodex and poured it all over the blasted thing, and then ran through the halls looking for straight bleach, yammering about "I HATE TICKS, I'M GOING TO PUNCH IT IN THE VAGINA!" which is ever so much funnier when said of something that doesn't have a vagina.
By midday, Nancy F. was already tired of the "punch in the vagina" joke and suggested that I at least say I was going to punch the tick in whatever it did have. The closest we could come to an agreement was "anal groove," which, to me, sounds like a name of a porno. But I told her that the "punch in the vagina" joke had weeks left, if not months, before it stopped being funny. I'm a pit bull when it comes to things that make me laugh. Jenn J. and I had a good laugh over that, too, as well as "Punch you right in the anus" and other such vulgarities. It seems that, over time, it takes phrases more obscene than the last to get me laughing hysterically. The older I get, the more immature I become. I fully own that.
By the end of the day, even more dogs and cats had gone home and we were literally down to three in the back wards and three in the other three wards. And maybe only ten cats. It was the first day since Jennel started that we haven't been inundated, so it was pretty nice. On a day when everyone's in a nice mood, I love working with these people. I'm a total vibe-sponge, if everyone else is in a rotten mood I get that much worse. If everyone else is in a nice mood, I'm totally euphoric. I wish people would finally realize this and just cater to me. ;D
I left a mite early to put together a fruit basket for Kim, who has done me a great favor (not even counting the external hard drive) and who is coming over tonight. Since I don't have to get up early tomorrow, I can do our into-the-small-hours chat without worrying about what time I have to get up for work. I think I'll sleep till ten. Then I'll put together my little "concert kit" (a big, canvas purse that zips up, so I can bring sandwiches, snacks and water for the train ride, extra money, chapstick, ID, TICKETS, my camera, and have it as a place to put anyone's sweater in case it gets really hot in the venue--yes, I am that LAME,) then it's off to ---------------- to pick up Jo-chan from school, and onwards to the train station.
The cab ride has me a little worried, because Meg got pretty sick during the last cab ride we took when we went to see Makaha Sons, but it's pretty much just a mile away so it shouldn't be too bad. Then I guess we'll look for a place to have dinner and then get in line for the loooong wait. Or maybe it won't be a long wait, because the doors will open at 6 I think, and by the time we're done with dinner they should be letting people in. We'll be all the way in the back, but maybe we can worm our way up front between sets. Not to the pit, though; the girl's just 14 and I've heard that these latest shows have been pretty rough. I just want her to have a good standing place where she can see the stage and junk. Well, we'll get the lay of the land when we get there. Either way, it'll be an adventure.
AND WE'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN.
By midday, Nancy F. was already tired of the "punch in the vagina" joke and suggested that I at least say I was going to punch the tick in whatever it did have. The closest we could come to an agreement was "anal groove," which, to me, sounds like a name of a porno. But I told her that the "punch in the vagina" joke had weeks left, if not months, before it stopped being funny. I'm a pit bull when it comes to things that make me laugh. Jenn J. and I had a good laugh over that, too, as well as "Punch you right in the anus" and other such vulgarities. It seems that, over time, it takes phrases more obscene than the last to get me laughing hysterically. The older I get, the more immature I become. I fully own that.
By the end of the day, even more dogs and cats had gone home and we were literally down to three in the back wards and three in the other three wards. And maybe only ten cats. It was the first day since Jennel started that we haven't been inundated, so it was pretty nice. On a day when everyone's in a nice mood, I love working with these people. I'm a total vibe-sponge, if everyone else is in a rotten mood I get that much worse. If everyone else is in a nice mood, I'm totally euphoric. I wish people would finally realize this and just cater to me. ;D
I left a mite early to put together a fruit basket for Kim, who has done me a great favor (not even counting the external hard drive) and who is coming over tonight. Since I don't have to get up early tomorrow, I can do our into-the-small-hours chat without worrying about what time I have to get up for work. I think I'll sleep till ten. Then I'll put together my little "concert kit" (a big, canvas purse that zips up, so I can bring sandwiches, snacks and water for the train ride, extra money, chapstick, ID, TICKETS, my camera, and have it as a place to put anyone's sweater in case it gets really hot in the venue--yes, I am that LAME,) then it's off to ---------------- to pick up Jo-chan from school, and onwards to the train station.
The cab ride has me a little worried, because Meg got pretty sick during the last cab ride we took when we went to see Makaha Sons, but it's pretty much just a mile away so it shouldn't be too bad. Then I guess we'll look for a place to have dinner and then get in line for the loooong wait. Or maybe it won't be a long wait, because the doors will open at 6 I think, and by the time we're done with dinner they should be letting people in. We'll be all the way in the back, but maybe we can worm our way up front between sets. Not to the pit, though; the girl's just 14 and I've heard that these latest shows have been pretty rough. I just want her to have a good standing place where she can see the stage and junk. Well, we'll get the lay of the land when we get there. Either way, it'll be an adventure.
AND WE'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN.
