Last night at work was really gross ... every animal, excepting two, had something foul coming from one orifice or another, or in the case of one lucky dog, nastiness from both ends. The two that were not producing anything toxic were taking turns barking, whining, howling, and trying to break out of their cages. One dog managed to slam itself hard enough against the cage door to pop it open, simply so that she could have bloody diarrhea all over my nice clean white floor.
Oh, i do love my job, in all its ickiness.
I wrote up a coworker again last night, for screwing up paperwork. He has ignored the writeup i gave him last week, though i asked him to respond in writing. Ignoring my writeup about insubordination is not the best way to get ahead ...
I find it difficult to discipline someone who ignores reprimand, especially when my management will not allow me to do anything that will actually punish people, such as fire them or cut hours.
Again, one of the many joys of my job.
Michael came by for a little bit, and i whined at him that i never see him enough ... he's going to come wake me up later today, after he gets off of work. I was hoping to get some action, but alas, the race my parents are supposed to be at has been rain delayed, and they are sitting in the living room watching NASCAR, passively fucking up my sex life. Grr.
Everyone at work has been complaining that I've been so moody since i quit smoking ... mostly the same people who have been bugging me for years to quit ... i say, the bitches can fucking deal with it. I had someone this morning tell me that "if you are going to be so negatively affected by it, you should have gone on the patch."
Fuck you, the patch is for pussies. And the last thing i need is to get addicted to a sticky piece of plastic that costs more than cigarettes.
I broke three nails at work last night. I ripped the rest of them off. I don't have the time or money to keep them fake and pretty.
Hopefully tonight won't suck.