For the semiannual occasion of my last posting on this weblog has arrived! Forsooth, it has been a full six months since updating this god-forsaken site. I don't think I ever even did that horribly on my LiveJournal.
There's not really a special event or anything going on that's prompted me to start posting again. Er ... not that I will, necessarily. But I'm bored enough here at my dad's house--where I am house-sitting for a couple of weeks--that I thought it would do good to blow some dust off. And as I told Kass, I'm feeling a little disconnected since I don't have as much time just to socialize any more, so the utility of a weblog as communication has made itself more salient as of late.
And now, the post becomes rant-astic. (Click below if you dare to continue.)
My main gripe is work. Now, I suppose from the perspective of this log, my job is completely unknown. Well, I work with dogs. More specifically, I watch and interact with dogs. All day. I clean up their messes, stop their fights, reward them for doing tricks, and so on. Now, I am a dog person so, naturally, I really enjoy my job. It is often fun. I wake up being unhappy that I have to go to work, but once I'm there with dogs, it has become worth it. Perhaps you detect a change in tone imminent, and if so, you are most perceptive. Because the last few days of work have been hell.
I don't feel like going into specifics (even though this is a rant), but since one of our workers is flaking out on us, it basically falls to the rest of us to pick up the slack. And by "the rest of us", I mean "me". When your workplace is normally staffed (staved?) by three people, the loss of one has quite an effect. If there's one thing I am not impressed with at the hospital, it would be personnel management. It's not just that we're understaffed... the people we do have are dubiously unreliable. Except for the daycare lead and me. <_<
I think I'm just exhausted from being on my feet for so long. My thoughts are inextricably jumbled. I believe sleep is the solution.
Ah! But first!
Since I apparently devote a lot of this log to talking about my car: Hinata has been a good girl, for the most part. She's been running a little hot lately, so she's going in tomorrow for a check-up. This is ideal, since while I'm here at my dad's house, I have access to their van. Anyway, and more importantly, she passed emissions! First try this time! Now I can spend lots of money to buy stickers with different numbers on them.
Oh.
And I want a dog.