bonny, fair enough. I work in SW, but I doubt the agency would approve of 6 cats moving into my office for any period of time.
Heh. Perhaps not, Fred.
If you know of anyone who wants to start a thriving, hit the ground running pet care business, please send them our way. There is a link at www dot savinggraceservices dot com for potential franchisees. I really, REALLY want to get the SW office going. As you know, that area is booming with pet friendly buildings. We had one fellow nearly set up, but his life changed suddenly and he dropped out. We are ready to GO!
Last week we sent a special present from Matilda to her cousin in Portland, a little fairy house Matilda had built for her at the Dickens Fair (it took a while to figure out how to pack it safely; it's a fragile little thing). It arrived today, and her cousin immediately dictated the following thank-you note to her mom:
Thank you Matilda because I love you and thank you for the fairy house.
I wanted to say that I like that the fairy house door opens for pretend. It is really pretty. I will keep it until I am dead.
From,
Amelia Rose
I love you!
Because I love you, because I love you. I will keep you until you're broken and dead, Matilda.
[to which her mom appended a note apologizing for that but saying Amelia had been adamant about including it]
It's both horrible and adorable. Horrordorable!
It sounds like a very Addams family letter.
I don't even see the horrible there. Doesn't everyone want to know that they will be loved even when they are broken and dead? I want to be loved right up until my last miserable, probably pititful, breath.
Mind you, I don't want to be loved *to* death and I don't want love to break me. Very important clarification.
I don't really see the horrible, either. But super adorable!
My neighbors are listening to music very loudly. I'm trying to watch a movie.
Pain sucks. Doctors who don't fill prescriptions on time suck. Laws that say I have to get a paper prescription every month suck. Advil is doing pretty much nothing except tearing up my stomach lining. I need to last until Monday like this.
{{Hil}}
American companies don't respect their workers anymore. Especially in the service industry. My BFF got promoted to Assistant Manager, a well deserved and overdue promotion. It's been more than two months. Her employer has still not entered her promotion officially into the records, so she isn't getting the pay she's supposed to be getting, and when they finally do, it won't be retroactive to the date she was promoted. And because she isn't in the computer as assistant manager, she can't do the produce ordering or employee write-ups she's supposed to do; everything she does has to be done under her manager's login, so he gets the credit for her work. It's absolutely infuriating.
I'm so sorry about the medication hassle, Hil.
And that sucks for your BFF, Zen. We really need better worker protection.
