with the coworker gone, i'm working a six day week this week. i'm also working solo, handling all of the emergency issues while doing a bunch of upgrades (already scheduled). remember, i'm still working one-handed! plus i have final on wed i keep putting off the studying for. plus, i have to clean my house for peeps coming in for nye. plus, i get to clean my mom's house for my brother and his wife coming in (they'll be here before mom and i return). plus..... i get to pack for going up to canada next wed.
provided, of course, i'm still going. i haven't heard word from bosses on matter, and with the loss of the night shift coworker, i may get told no go. i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally need the fucking break though.
I believe in you You believe in me
But I have no trust in anything
Somehow I'm always always falling over me
-- VNV Nation, "Holding On"
turkle is missing, presumed dead.
ok, full story. turkle is my mom's cat, but was the family cat from when i was 12 after we lost demeter to a car. we got her when she was somewhat older, so her final age we guess to be at least 18. my mom was going on a trip to california, and with turkle's failing health, decided to take her along therefore driving. at some point while in a park in southern california, mom had turkle out for a walk, she slipped the harness. this was before thanksgiving. my brother reported it all to me tonight, said they looked for her, even driving down there later after hearing about a mysterious cat in the park only to find it wasn't turkle. at this point, the assumption is that she went off to die; and regardless, she was too old to survive alone (arthritic legs, tiny cat to begin with, she couldn't eat hard food, her breathing was obstructed by a chronic infection if she wasn't on meds, etc).
i am going to miss her. in the early days of this breaking arm mess, she would cuddle up and keep me company a lot. she was also the cat i mainly grew up with. :(
RIP, Turkle Schmidt Cat, 1984(?)-2002.