Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Looks can be deceiving

When Angus was eating last night, I noticed what I thought was a string coming out of his butt that was stuck. So I got some wet TP and went in to yank it out. Turns out it was not string, but worms! They were about a centimeter long and were white and just plain gross. I got three out of/off his ass and flushed them down the toilet. Prior to adopting the cat about a month and a half ago, he had been treated for worms on a couple of different occasions, so I did not understand how he still had them.

I took him to the vet this morning and it turns out our baby has a tapeworm. Thankfully, it is not a tapeworm that humans can get (you would have to swallow an infected flea), and it is generally not harmful to Angus. I got meds to kill the tapeworm (two treatments just to be sure), in which Angus will essentially digest it so I should not see any more worm bits. He is in good health and free of fleas, so we should not be expecting any more worm drama. I also took in the dog’s morning poop to get tested to see if she got any worms/parasites from the cat. Hopefully she will have a clean bill of health. I swear, MKD and I spend more on the animals than we do on ourselves.

But in the past two days, I have learned more about tapeworms that can infect cats and dogs than I ever wanted to know. Nasty buggers.

Monday, October 24, 2005

The Bright Side

Just when I was thinking about what a shitty job I have, I saw two guys dangling by one-inch thick ropes cleaning the outside of my office window. That is one job you could not pay me enough to do. I like sitting on my ass in a climate-controlled environment, risking the possibility of developing carpal tunnel. I wonder how many people have died on the window-cleaning job with such variables like strong winds, weak ropes, vertigo, etc. I have a morbid fascination with thinking about how people have died in the most unexpected and random ways. Whenever I walk over a large steel grate, I wonder how many people have actually plummeted to their death. Or how many people take an unexpected launch through the air by the exploding manholes in cities? It is shit like this that my brain occupies itself on. Sad, really.

That is my excuse for not saving the world and all its problems.

Friday, October 14, 2005

The bad, the good, and the freaking adorable

So my work totally fucked me over. The fiscal year ended on September 30th, and all our sick time was reset. I lost almost 50 hours because I have been so fucking busy (their fault because of poor management and planning) that I forgot my place of work sucks ass and does shit like this. Since we only accrue two hours of sick leave a paycheck, it is difficult building up time. So it would have been nice if someone had spread the word about sick leave expiring around the office to "use it or lose it." Fucking bastards.

Anyway, Angus has reached a developmental milestone. Tonight, he killed his first insect, played with it, and then ate it. Our baby is really growing up and following his instincts. So now we have him as a bug disposer to get rid of the strange "spider crickets" and other creepy crawlies.

We find he really does a good job at hiding...

and keeping a watch on things...

I have quickly grown quite attached to him. MKD says he is already spoiled and being "coddled" too much. Now it is apparently MY fault we have two needy and spoiled animals. Reason #547 not to have kids...

Thursday, October 13, 2005

In addition to road rage…

Living in a congested area means spending a lot of time in the car commuting and getting around in general. After a while, you see it all…people getting head while driving, people picking their noses and eating it…you get the idea. But one thing that is really prevalent around here is personalized license plates. I cannot go from point A to point B without seeing at least five vanity plates. I enjoy the funny/amusing ones, and despise the ones I cannot figure out (as I ponder it for a longer amount of time than I care to admit). But the other day, I saw the most retarded personalized license plate ever…“I BLOG.” Come on, people…seriously? Where are the funny ones like, “IB6 UB9” or “NE14RL6?” (In case you cannot figure them out, the first one is read out, “I be 6, you be 9” and the second one is, “Anyone for oral sex?”) Or the bad ass ones like, “BITE ME” or “PHUK U?” (I hope you do not need those deciphered)

If you are going to shell out the extra money for personalized license plates, then at least put some thought into it and make it good. Sheesh.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

Time = the most precious, non-renewable resource

I know it has been a while since I have blogged, but things at work have been a madhouse and basic, pure hell. For the past two weeks, I have been going in early (well, earlier than usual) and staying late. This is all because the head of my company is a moron and does not communicate deadlines to the rest of us until the damn thing is due in a few days. Bastard. Fucking sadist…he likes people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I am to the point where I am going to start looking for another job. I have the experience and the degrees, so he can kiss my ass. No amount of money in the world is worth staying there for long periods of time.

What gets me the most is that I do not have the time to do the things that I want to do. I thought having one job and normal life foo now would result in more free time, which was non-existent when I had school, work, and life crap. But for some reason, I do not. Where the fuck does time go? I totally would be healthier and work out more…if I had the time. I would read all the books I have not yet read that collect dust on my bookshelf…if I had the time. Sigh…corporate whoredom is sucking my will to live!

Oh, and did I mention that I have to work during this three-day weekend?! They better keep the scissors and other sharp objects away from me. I might have to throw them ninja-style. I am after all, Asian, and should be skilled in all the martial arts.
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