Fleas

why do they even exist?  they're just one giant annoyance that comes around once a year. i did a full sweep through the house on sunday, cleaned this apartment from top to bottom.  it was so clean a nudist colony would want to live here.  i spent $68 on flea treatment for my cats (the equivalent to my monthly car insurance payment), and then i got up early and vacuumned the whole house tuesday morning before i left for work (which is a totally new rant).

so i have the day off today and i'm feeling pretty good and lo and behold i pick up one of my cats while i'm on the couch and a flea hops from him right onto me. 

so naturally the logical thing to do is give him a bath in dish soap.

he tried to maul me, but i won out in the end.

i'm sure he's reporting me to PETA at this very moment, and any second now there will be a knock at the door and i'll be arrested for animal abuse or something.

tomorrow is another vacumn day. i will win this war. those fleas don't even know who they're messing with.

[sidenote: we're not infested. so everyone can stop being all worried that they're gonna bring fleas home with them.  they're fleas. not an STD.]

on the work front- a new position is opening up because the guy got a job teaching at UNE. the way i look at it, any job at the cash vault is gonna suck, but i would get a small raise which i really could use. and my hours would shift to more slightly normal hours. and its more busy work then what i do now...which is totally not busy.

i got out of work at 2:30 AM this morning, bringing my total of hours so far this week to 25. my boss told me to take the day off. so i did. in retrospect i should've gone into work today and then worked half a day tomorrow and taken friday off.  but then again...i was at work till 2:30 in the morning.  i was more than unimpressed, but what could i do.  i was the only person there that knew how to run the joint. 

i'm looking foward to going home in a few weeks.  i really miss it right now.