Day 6: All’s Well That Ends Without Being Too Fucked Up
Attention.
Hair.
Cats.
All these things await me when I descend CK’s steps and put the key I’ve managed to not lose yet into the door. My favorite cat utters a question as I approach. Maybe he’s saying “Is someone there?” or “Did you bring food?” and I usually answer with “Do not come outside this door or I will end you.” Followed up with a hug.
I’m glad that every once in a while I take care of the cats because every time I do I am reminded in great detail why I will never ever have a cat for myself. Let me first state that this is by no means an unpleasant task. Ever since the skinny one used his claws to climb my back I am paranoid as to his whereabouts in house, but feeding them is uncomplicated, and furry creatures are generally awesome and calming despite my mild allergies to them. Having a soft creature hanging out with you always makes the day better!
It’s more that checking in on them for 20 minutes at a time reminds me what it was like to have cats long-term, which I did not care for. Just like kids I guess; great because you get to give them back at the end of the day.
Its been an uneventful post-holiday week. CSI, games, shower, CSI, bed, CSI. It’s amazing that I’ve been able to distinguish one day from another, as similar as they have been.
Christmas was eventful as always. The Mexican mom and the Reverend mom both hosted me for dinner. Lots of food. Lots of discussions about significant others and their various names AND the creative ways in which to ask if one is a factor in your existence. “Do you have anyone special in your life?” asks the Reverend mom’s mom as she drives on the expressway. She’s spent most of the Christmas dinner chatting with the current lady loves of her grandsons, and I am so far away from what’s happening that it takes a Herculean effort to admit this is a reasonable question in light of her evening.
One of my sensitive “coworkers” gave me a Starbucks card for Christmas. When I went to use the card in store I was told there was nothing on it, had never carried anything on it. The look on the cashier’s face was adorable and priceless. “Did you get this as a GIFT?” “Yep! Merry Christmas.” Exits.
It was thoughtful of her, and probably not her fault that the card doesn’t work in person, but I’m annoyed that I have to spend time on making it work. And it’s just unfortunate that it reinforces my general perception of her as inconvenient, or causing inconveniency in my life. There is a direct correlation between a high rate of inconvenience and her participation in anything work related. I… am a jackass.
