Goals for the day: find a doctor (I don't currently have a GP) and make an appointment, and get rid of this migraine.
I have no idea how to change this behavior. Anyone have any ideas?
When Petri was knocking things over when he wanted to eat I tried to set a schedule and re-direct his focus. I set an alarm and when the alarm went off I would feed him. The challenge for me was that I had to follow through on the alarm even if I didn't have to be up yet. I knew it was working when I woke up one day to see him trying to intimidate the alarm clock with a vulture stare.
I have seen a locking cat door that would only open for the prox fob on the cat's collar. That may have been a DIY project though.
I've seen those for sale. Haven't tried them, though.
Cubicle is cleaned out. Not as much stuff filling up my car as I anticipated, once it was packed up.
My boss is trying to compose a diplomatically worded email to warn our staff that someone is leaving opened and unrolled but apparently unused condoms all over the library today, and if you find one, please call security.
#stuffyouprobablydontdealwithatwork
Good times, flea.
I have seen a locking cat door that would only open for the prox fob on the cat's collar. That may have been a DIY project though.
I have friends who had one of those but it didn't work well enough, for what that's worth.
#stuffyouprobablydontdealwithatwork
If that were to happen here, I'd be beyond confused.
I have seen a locking cat door that would only open for the prox fob on the cat's collar.
I saw this at a pet expo. It was pretty expensive. A friend who has this for her dog with the theory that it would keep the cat from going out. But the cat was smart enough to realize if she followed the dog out, she could get through before the lock re-engaged. So, non-fobed animal still have the opportunity to go through the flap.
Other coworker: "So, I'm going to go up to the 3rd floor ... and look for condoms. Which is not a sentence I ever thought I would utter."
I have never encountered condoms in the workplace, nor have I sought them.
#stuffyouprobablydontdealwithatwork
The closest I've come to library worthy stories was when I worked evenings and weekends at ClothWorld. There was some weird shit. And sometimes literal shit.
