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[12 Feb 2008|04:33pm] |
I don't know why I haven't been writing that often. I've actually had a wide range of things on my mind.
Things I've been wanting to write about:
-Bruce quitting
-Working at Petco
-Coping with the fact that despite how hard I try not to let money get in the way of my life, it's going to find it's way to creep in and cause trouble
-The chaos of my pets
So I guess I'll start with number uno: Bruce quitting. I didn't learn the news of this until my dad got back from Hopetown. I'd always liked Bruce - he was one of those genuine people I felt an instant connection with. We were always goofing off and being sarcastic and even though I quit my dads work to go work at Petco, I always just assumed he'd be there. He just fit there.
Towards my last week he'd seemed to be depressed. He said it was just from trying to quit cigarettes but I kind of suspected it was something more. Him and Christine had become oddly close, he'd been over there helping her paint and what not - I was semi thrown off - were they hooking up? I mean it was wayyy bizarre to think about, but it was possible.
When I asked my dad why Bruce quit he said it was the issue of money. Bruce had asked Drew for a raise and Drew told him no because he'd already started him off a dollar more than the other employees start off at. I talked things over with my dad and my dad told me he wanted Bruce back. So I started doing a little spy work.
Christine called me last night to ask about Salvia. I brought up the Bruce incident and she explained her version of why he quit. "Bobby and him were talking about money and I think Bobby put it in his mind that he could be making more money than he was at your dad's shop". Maybe this was true, maybe it wasn't but was most important was that she told me he was now working at Creslock for thirteen dollars an hour.
After hanging up with Christine I called my dad and told him what I knew. I kept names out of it but told him where Bruce was now. My dad called me up today in Econ to get Bruces number. He's going to call him tonight after dinner to convince him to come back. I think it might be hard though because if Christine's right, that he really is making 13$ an hour now at Crestlock, he might not want to come back.
I don't know why I care so much about Bruce coming back. I just really liked him. He had the most personality of all my dads employees, he always made light of situations... he was just a nice person. I wanted him to come out with us two weeks ago when we went to the kegger at Bobby and Tims but we didn't stay long enough. I still plan to bring him out with us one time.
So second thing on my mind is Petco. There's not much to write about there. I love it. I enjoy working with animals, the people are interesting, and there's always something for me to do. I learned about dog foods and which kinds are actually good and which kinds are actually bad for your pet. Anything with Chicken by-product is awful and you'd be surprised to know it's in about 70% of dog foods. When Harley gets home I'm having my mom switch him to Nutro, holistic dry food.
Jack has also gone on a diet. He does not seem to happy about it in the least. I've stopped feeding him fancy fest every day and switched him to an all dry food plan. I'll give him a treat every two days and if he's really lucky a piece of chicken from dinner or something. Well, Jack must not have the same motivation for himself that I have for him about weight loss because last night he went digging through the trash and ate all of Dan's thrown away buffalo wings, including the bones. This morning as I was getting ready for class he threw up chicken bones all over the family room carpet - nice.
Third topic: money. I can't deny that my parents are fairly well off, though I feel like I've attempted to keep it as nonchalant as possible. I rarely talk about money unless it's with my very close friends and when strangers hear of my parents having a home in the Bahamas, I get embarrassed as if it's something to be ashamed of. I don't know why I try to keep this down to earth attitude about it - it's just always seemed to work - until now.
I can't say anything particular has been sparking me to write this, but more so a long term build up. It's weird to me that money manages to put him this wall between Dan and I. He gets so frustrated at me sometimes because of how often I leave the country. He tells me that "normal people don't do things like that" and that it's unfair. In turn, I get hurt and confused because in my world, that's how I've grown up and it does seem normal.
If I were to get online right now, purchase a ticket, and tell my mom I was coming down to visit her in the Bahamas next week for the week she'd be fine with it (as long as it wasn't interfering more than two days with school that is). It's difficult when it's not that easy for Daniel. He gets frustrated that I can get up and go on a whim, and I sometimes let it slip my mind that everyone doesn't have that opportunity. It's just something that's going to be hard for us to deal with in our relationship. We've dealt with it so far, but I've seemed to notice that all of our major arguments occur over the issue of money.
Fourth topic - the chaos of my pets. As if Jack throwing up chicken bones all over the family carpet today wasn't enough drama and worry, Murray cat is in the kitchen hacking up a hair ball on the kitchen floor (disgusting). I decided to make-over Mango's parrot cage today. I went to Petco with my 20% employee discount and bought two new toys, a new perch, and a bag of Fiesta bird food (maxing out at $50! - yikes!).
My plan was to put her on her free standing perch in the bathroom while I scrubbed and hung her new toys so that the cats wouldn't bother her. Well of course, that plan fell through. First the perch fell over with her on it, and she scrambled and freaked out. So I decided to just bring her out in the main room and sit her on a chair because she'd always been fine with that. Well within 30 seconds she shit all over the chair. I was fed up and decided to just go about cleaning her cage. But as it would happen, while I was in the kitchen filling up a bowl with soap and water I heard a crash.
Mango managed to fall off the chair, knock over the bamboo center piece causing water, seashells, and bamboos to spill all over the table, chairs, and floor. She panicked once again and grabbed for the first thing she could: the string of the blinds. Instead of helping her though, she got tangled in a mess of cord that wrapped around both wings and left her stuck. I got to her in time to give her support but she was so scared she kept biting and pulling at the string, only tightening herself into a worse knot. Finally, she tried to do it her own way and jumped off my arm where she dangled and almost broke her wings. I had to hold her down and unwrap the cord to keep her from a trip to the vet.
The second she was free she climbed up onto my shoulder, buried her face in my neck, and shook for a solid 5 minutes while I tried to calm her down. I took her over to her cage and let her hang out on top and watch me. After the entire fiasco she was so scared that she just let me do my work instead of pecking at me like she usually does.
Her cage is finally clean. It looks so pretty. She has a mini mexican parrot pinata filled with peanuts, a multi colored bird-cookie rope, and pretty new bright green perch for in between her food and water bowl. She's extremely content now to say the least.
I'm kind of tired now. I have to study for Thursdays Econ test tonight and I'm supposed to be back at the house in 20 minutes to meet my dad for dinner. We're getting carry-out from Henry's Bistro and hanging out.
I'm going to wrap this entry up since there's not much special about it anyway. Later loves.
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[12 Feb 2008|11:02pm] |
I'm so glad that I drove all the way back here in the ice to have my boyfriend sit in my basement and ignore me for hours.
I'm so glad that mine and Merrick's friendship is completely withering away and it's completely out of my hands.
I'm so glad that my dad just bought me a ticket to the Bahamas for next Wednesday for a break.
Guess which one isn't sarcasm.
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