hm. Not too many people have taken not of my last blog entry. Maybe I should not have mentioned the disillusionment with women.
Anyhoo, today I finally managed to hand off my applications to the placement department at NETTTS so hopefully some company will prehire me.
A few years ago I helped a girlfriend to help with some dog sitting she was doing, taking care of a couple of sillly little french dogs owned by some rich friends of hers. I observed that dogs were of little practical use and she observed that their only purpose was to be loved. I have noted that this is in fact the purpose of my cats although if you want the occasional dead bird brought into the house they're good for that too. But anyway, Max is especially dedicated to his meision of being glad to see me when I get home and is purring in my lap right now. It makes me feel kind of bad that he will be alone a lot of the time when I'm on the road, except for is adopted sister Gabrielle and being taken care of by my neighbor. Not having me to greet when I get home will sort of make him an unemployed cat. There are a number of trucking companies that allow a pet, but I might have to have him declawed as he has something of a search and destroy attitude toward furniture. I would hate to mutilate a cat that way though. He's already had his balls cut off, where do the indignities end?
Had a sort of vexing thought on the way home from work tonight that when I'm making trucker money I shall have enough cash to get my old Stratus fixed. Which would be much cheaper that buying the Sentra. The Sentra is a fine car though, so . . that's just how things are.
Well, good night everyone.
Anyhoo, today I finally managed to hand off my applications to the placement department at NETTTS so hopefully some company will prehire me.
A few years ago I helped a girlfriend to help with some dog sitting she was doing, taking care of a couple of sillly little french dogs owned by some rich friends of hers. I observed that dogs were of little practical use and she observed that their only purpose was to be loved. I have noted that this is in fact the purpose of my cats although if you want the occasional dead bird brought into the house they're good for that too. But anyway, Max is especially dedicated to his meision of being glad to see me when I get home and is purring in my lap right now. It makes me feel kind of bad that he will be alone a lot of the time when I'm on the road, except for is adopted sister Gabrielle and being taken care of by my neighbor. Not having me to greet when I get home will sort of make him an unemployed cat. There are a number of trucking companies that allow a pet, but I might have to have him declawed as he has something of a search and destroy attitude toward furniture. I would hate to mutilate a cat that way though. He's already had his balls cut off, where do the indignities end?
Had a sort of vexing thought on the way home from work tonight that when I'm making trucker money I shall have enough cash to get my old Stratus fixed. Which would be much cheaper that buying the Sentra. The Sentra is a fine car though, so . . that's just how things are.
Well, good night everyone.
sjanett:
lizzi:
Didn't RedAss do a great job!? I love them! Good luck with your job and you kitties! That would be so nice to be able to have them with you while you work 