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Oct. 20th, 2023 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThings have been way too hectic this week. Work has indeed picked up, which isn't a bad thing, it's still within the realm of what I can get done, just closer to a full time job in terms of time spent. I'm making as much or a little over what I was given to understand I would make when I started, so that's fine. And my contract was just renewed for two more years! Which is great, I love my job. Being on contract makes me a little skittish, but I love my job.
There's been some awfulness too. On Wednesday there was some discussion of getting takeout or just not cooking, eating, and going to bed early before the boy left work, so when he called on his way home from work I assumed it was to ask what place I wanted him to stop at. In fact it was to ask if we had a shoebox sized cardboard box. I'm sure we do, I said, because we have cats and we leave boxes out for a long while for their amusement. He asked if I could bring one to him when he got home, because he'd seen what he thought was a dead cat in the road, and he wanted to go back out and check. So I got some gloves for me and gloves for him, because we also keep nitrile gloves around the house for various reasons, and a biggish box to be explained in a happier paragraph, and went out hoping for a dead possum. Or best yet, a dead t-shirt.
It was not a dead t-shirt.The poor white cat was quite large, was thankfully in one piece because I don't know how much cat death I could have endured, given that we just lost Maggie a few weeks ago. I'm also morbidly glad it was a large round white cat rather than a small tiny long-haired brown tabby like Maggie, but at any rate we went out into the road and got it without much trouble, I ended up holding the box and the boy scooped it up and we hauled ass to the nearest vet, which turned out to be not very far away and open until 11pm. And we left the poor baby in the car while we went in and quietly said "We found a cat, we'd like to see if you can find a chip and contact the owners but it is in bad shape..." trying not to upset the other person in the waiting room. she turned out to be okay with us bringing in a dead cat, so we did and they scanned it, found a chip, and contacted the poor owners. Who were pretty distraught, as one might imagine, by the tone the receptionist/tech? used on the phone. And then we went and got some fast food on the way home and went and snuggled all our kitties and I spent the next day and a half with my emotions twitching over the whole thing. The poor love. Poor family. It doesn't much bear thinking about but once I got started I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Anyway
Let's
have
some
space
between
that
and
the
rest. Even if it wasn't a personal awfulness, it was still an awfulness. Not really how I wanted to spend my Wednesday.
But. Contract renewed for two years, I'm very excited about that and I need to call my Mom and my aunt and tell them. And I am now eligible to be sponsored to take the CPACC exam, which I have of course promptly started building up a study plan and collecting notebooks and study materials for. There is so freaking much material. There are also practice exams, which I need to figure out how to avail myself of, and courses I could take if I wanted to though I'm not sure I do want to exactly. There's a content outline. There's plenty of stuff to go on. I'm excited! And a little nervous. It's been a long time since I've studied anything that didn't have to do with code. I've collected my pens, I've written up sort of an outline based on their content outline and with some notes about the things I think I'll end up having to learn, and I've ordered a Trapper Keeper to hold all my notes because apparently they still exist. Which just delights me. Trapper Keepers! I'm ten years old again.
The continuing adventures of Felix Doe, International Cat of Mystery point towards it becoming more comfortable around us. It was waiting for us to come out with breakfast this morning, on the front stoop. That's a first. The boy still thinks we can trap it, I think we're going to either need to use a box trap or maybe some kind of fish net, or just do this the slow way and make friends with it. Probably the latter. I think he wants to think we can trap it because if we make friends with it it's never leaving the house. He thinks. I... don't know. What I'd like to do is get it into the house and then bring around the family who thought it might be their lost cat, and see. But so far it's sticking around, it's come to see us as food and shelter, so at least it's not in much danger.
I want to get a bunch of house cleaning and mini painting done this weekend, but after this week it might just end up being a weekend for resting. We'll see. I still have some of Jamestown to watch, I don't know how restful that will be, I need to find a quieter show. Or some cartoons. Or something.
There's been some awfulness too. On Wednesday there was some discussion of getting takeout or just not cooking, eating, and going to bed early before the boy left work, so when he called on his way home from work I assumed it was to ask what place I wanted him to stop at. In fact it was to ask if we had a shoebox sized cardboard box. I'm sure we do, I said, because we have cats and we leave boxes out for a long while for their amusement. He asked if I could bring one to him when he got home, because he'd seen what he thought was a dead cat in the road, and he wanted to go back out and check. So I got some gloves for me and gloves for him, because we also keep nitrile gloves around the house for various reasons, and a biggish box to be explained in a happier paragraph, and went out hoping for a dead possum. Or best yet, a dead t-shirt.
It was not a dead t-shirt.The poor white cat was quite large, was thankfully in one piece because I don't know how much cat death I could have endured, given that we just lost Maggie a few weeks ago. I'm also morbidly glad it was a large round white cat rather than a small tiny long-haired brown tabby like Maggie, but at any rate we went out into the road and got it without much trouble, I ended up holding the box and the boy scooped it up and we hauled ass to the nearest vet, which turned out to be not very far away and open until 11pm. And we left the poor baby in the car while we went in and quietly said "We found a cat, we'd like to see if you can find a chip and contact the owners but it is in bad shape..." trying not to upset the other person in the waiting room. she turned out to be okay with us bringing in a dead cat, so we did and they scanned it, found a chip, and contacted the poor owners. Who were pretty distraught, as one might imagine, by the tone the receptionist/tech? used on the phone. And then we went and got some fast food on the way home and went and snuggled all our kitties and I spent the next day and a half with my emotions twitching over the whole thing. The poor love. Poor family. It doesn't much bear thinking about but once I got started I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Anyway
Let's
have
some
space
between
that
and
the
rest. Even if it wasn't a personal awfulness, it was still an awfulness. Not really how I wanted to spend my Wednesday.
But. Contract renewed for two years, I'm very excited about that and I need to call my Mom and my aunt and tell them. And I am now eligible to be sponsored to take the CPACC exam, which I have of course promptly started building up a study plan and collecting notebooks and study materials for. There is so freaking much material. There are also practice exams, which I need to figure out how to avail myself of, and courses I could take if I wanted to though I'm not sure I do want to exactly. There's a content outline. There's plenty of stuff to go on. I'm excited! And a little nervous. It's been a long time since I've studied anything that didn't have to do with code. I've collected my pens, I've written up sort of an outline based on their content outline and with some notes about the things I think I'll end up having to learn, and I've ordered a Trapper Keeper to hold all my notes because apparently they still exist. Which just delights me. Trapper Keepers! I'm ten years old again.
The continuing adventures of Felix Doe, International Cat of Mystery point towards it becoming more comfortable around us. It was waiting for us to come out with breakfast this morning, on the front stoop. That's a first. The boy still thinks we can trap it, I think we're going to either need to use a box trap or maybe some kind of fish net, or just do this the slow way and make friends with it. Probably the latter. I think he wants to think we can trap it because if we make friends with it it's never leaving the house. He thinks. I... don't know. What I'd like to do is get it into the house and then bring around the family who thought it might be their lost cat, and see. But so far it's sticking around, it's come to see us as food and shelter, so at least it's not in much danger.
I want to get a bunch of house cleaning and mini painting done this weekend, but after this week it might just end up being a weekend for resting. We'll see. I still have some of Jamestown to watch, I don't know how restful that will be, I need to find a quieter show. Or some cartoons. Or something.
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