Some days you're the dog, and some days you're the hydrant. --UnknownToday has been a terrible, awful, miserable...*add more words implying bad here...*
So I get to work (by myself, well with Mudge and Brittany) to find Hippe Man cleaning up shit in the front office. He tells me he doesn't know how to work the back and that he'd watch the front all day and I'd do the kennel tech stuff.
Sure, fine, whatever. I can handle 20 dogs on my own no problem.
But I notice the office is trashed (TRASHED!!!!). The breakroom no longer exsits because it's got bikes, and camping stoves and mountians of other junk...and then I go into the back to find that EVERTHING from the dog grooming room is now in the middle area and we no longer have a grooming room (HELLO?! HOW IS THAT GOING TO WORK?!?!?!)
All because two asshole hippies moved in!!!
After doing the Hippie couples dishes from their dinner last night, and their laundry, along with moving heavy tables up a ladder by myself...I was finally angry enough to go give Hippie Man a piece of my mind.
And Oh boy did I give him a piece of my mind.
I don't think I've ever yelled at an almost complete stranger before today. Well...once at a concert. But that was different.
Suprisingly, Hippie man listened to me, I think he really did do his best to clean up...athough the breakroom still is, well, not a breakroom...and the office was at least semi-cleaned.
I'm mad because the couple doesn't seem to understand that Lucky Dog Resort is a business...not a place for them to dump their shit and live for free.
After yelling and dancing around, I went into the back and started crying out of frustration.
Luckily, the only big problems the rest of the day was the dogs non-stop barking no matter how many times I chased them down.
And to top it all off...I did all of that with a temperature of 101 and a head cold from hell.
I had a difficult time driving home. I don't actually remember driving home all that well...which scares me. I drove with the windows all down and the music up as loud as I could to try to stay awake.
Yeah, but as if work wasn't bad...I come and let Mudge out when I hear my dad yell
"JESSICA! YOU BETTER NOT LET MUDGE OUT OR I'LL KILL HIM!"..."KEEP HIM AWAY FROM ME OR I'LL KILL HIM!"
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So out of fear that my dad really would kill Mudge(for digging up a couple of trees in the back yard), I had him stay inside...
Same thing happened when my mom gets home..."AHR AHR AHR! DON'T LET ME SEE THE DOG OR I'LL KILL HIM! I'M SO MAD AT THAT DOG AHR AHR AHR BLAH BLAH BLAH I'M A GRUMPY OLD MAN WHO NEEDS TO PULL THE STICK OUT OF MY ASS!!!"
So, Mudge pooped in the house because no one would let him out.
*sighs*
I love my life.
The only good thing that's happened today is Walter called me about an hour ago and we talked for 30 minutes ^_^.
Heh. So now I'm home alone, sad...sick...LONELY! And I'm trying really hard to not have a panic attack, which I feel coming on.
I hate weekends. I want to go to school. At least there I have Jim and nice people who like me.
Well, this was a very long...whiney entry. I don't feel any better though.
This is an add on to what I've already written...it's now 6:30 and as Murphy would have it, my day just got that much worse!I hate dogs. That brat (Brittany) ate all of her heartworm medication. ATE IT!!!!!! ALL OF IT!!! I even put it up so she couldn't get to it. I'm willing to take some resposibility in that I may not have put the lid on tight enough...but she still would have gotten to them by chewing!!! AND THEN MUDGE HAD TO FUCKING ROLL IN SHIT WHILE WE WERE OVER THERE!!!!!! I hate dogs!!!
Twila will of course blame it on me...hate me even more...And they won't at all appriciate the fact that I watched their dog for 4 days(which the more I think about it, is very understandable)...I had already intended to bathe her, now it only seems like that much of a better idea. Except they're going to think I only did it because of what she did.At least she got it all back out...I don't have to worry about her dying. Now I'm just going to be out whatever it costs to replace the medication.I'm so in debt right now anyway...I might as well just sign my paycheck over to my mom or Walters parents because I won't have anything left after I pay everyone back.
I can't even believe how terrible of a day this has been. I don't know if I could live if tomorrow is anywhere near this awful. I'm really tempted to call in sick...
I feel like such an emo...I haven't had this much to cry about it MONTHS. UGH. I should go O.D. on nyquil.