Someone I used to work with always had the same CD playing (on speakers). Not only the same CD, but it seemed that every time I went into his office, the same section was playing.

One day when he was out at lunch I replaced his Vivaldi Four Seasons with a bagpipe and drum CD. He laughed, I gave him his CD back, and life went on (with the same damn music playing).

I worked with a guy who kept leaving his laptop on his desk when he left for the day, even though that was against company policy and in a building that had had a series of thefts of things like purses women left in their offices. Finally, a co-worker cured him of that by changing the alert sounds to the Meg Ryan orgasm-faking.

see, that's the kind of stuff that I don't mind as "jokes."

I hate most practical jokes though or at least ones that aren't immediately revealed. Don't let someone get fake arrested and 10 hours later reveal it was a joke.

not fucking funny.

Yeah, that isn't funny. Just cruel and mean.

Not a joke: this is so totally going to be me - still paying off my student loans as a senior citizen.

I called the vet about the tick-ified cat. She (probably not an actual vet, but a tech) told me that their office uses Advantage not Frontline because cats typically don't have problems with ticks, because they groom themselves so much. Well, maybe I have a cat with less than excellent hygiene, but he still doesn't deserve a big tick on his butt. I asked if the application of Frontline would kill it and make it fall off. She said it would kill it... but didn't know if it would fall off. I said, ew, I don't want him to have a DEAD tick attached to him either! She seemed not to have considered that. She said I could bring him in and they'd remove it. Hopefully it will drop off after all, hopefully sometime today, and I won't have to wrestle the cat into the box again.

I am once again dissatisfied with my vet.

In this case, being ticked off would be a good thing.

Well, now I can never say that phrase again without thinking about the big tick on the cat's butt!

My body hates me. It's my day off I have the plague and the curse. I was going to garden this afternoon, but I am going to concede to illness and flop on the couch & watch TV.

Dead ticks usually drop off, zenkitty. I'd think the most scrupulous cat might miss a tick on his butt.

High on my list of good things about having a significant other is having someone to do a tick check.

My freaking cold, which I thought was on the way out, has settled in my chest. I feel like I'm hacking up a lung whenever I cough. Doesn't help that the weather just flipped from the high 70's into a rain/snow forecast for today/tomorrow.

Sigh. Last night I had a parental melt down (posted it on lj) and today I have a post-parental melt down hangover. Which means I'm in the land of not dealing.