lordauch

Your post resonates strongly with me...

I've tried to explain this to people, but few understand and some think I'm sorta creepy...

I loves me some critters, and I've always had pets, and having pets sometimes means putting them down. I never could afford to take them to the vet, so I learned how. It's not easy for me, and I take no pleasure from it.

Since then it seems like I've been stuck with that job a lot. I've become some kind of Jack Kervorkian for sick puppies and kitties. I've had to put down my friend's and relative's pets, it's no easier when it's somebody else's.

Not one of them has suffered, and I'm proud of that.



Yes, a good backpack is essential.
Don't forget to pack a good towel.
Don't panic.

Yep yep yep.

Growing up out in the country has caused myself to have my fair share of dogs and cats that have had to be put down, or hit by cars or shot by the cranky old farmer across the street.

One dog I had was shot by said farmer in the back. The dog lost control of his bodily functions - he couldn't go on his own, we had to use a catheter - and he couldn't wag his tail. We tried and hoped but eventually he had to be put down. My dad did it, he gave me the gun afterwards and said he never wanted to see it again...

Sometimes it has to be done though, for the good of the pet and yourself. Hard as it may be.

Do they have like YMCA's or anything that you could lay up in for a couple of days if you needed to? Maybe look ahead of time for something like that so you know where they are.

Maybe scratch up some cash if you can (or even want to get back) and get a bus ticket back home in case you get stuck. Having that already taken care of might take some of the strain off.

Hang in there.

There used to be a hog farm a few miles up the road from me. In the summer time when it got real hot and if a lucky breeze picked up it would being that pig shit stench into town like the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

I swear if you were to light a match within 50 yards of the place you'd have some rapidly expanding, and exploding gases...

Thankfully the place got bought out and "developed". Now it's suburbanite heaven, townhomes built on old pig shit pools. A match made in heaven.

I know of some spots that you can enjoy with on a low budget. Send me an email when you fly into town, and I can forward you the stuff.

When you move to a bigger city it will be easier to find clothing you like and in your size.
I have a hard time shopping for jeans long enough for this almost 6ft frame.

Either they are too short, or when I find the ones long enough, they are cut for the size 2 and 4 ladies. So I'm in the dressing room struggling to get them past my thighs.

That's the way it is everywhere. Every employer wants more work for less money...

I've thought long and hard about this general problem. The getting paid what I think I'm worth and being able to sustain a reasonably comfortable lifestyle...

At least getting out of the work what I put into it instead of a fraction of the earnings I help make an employer.

The only real way out is working for yourself.
Of course, that has it's own brand of headaches and risk as well.

Joy!

Aye!

I haven't been by in ages but last time you were also looking for work.

I sure hope it happens for you soon.

My brother went back to Brantford/Hamilton/Burlington where we grew up for the first time in 20 years.
He says it hasn't changed at all.
Somehow that doesn't surprise me

Island's good.
I think we get the best October weather in the country.
Crisp and bright: just how I like it.

Ancaster!
I lived in Ancaster for about 3 months until the man my mom was living burned our (his) house down to collect insurance money.
Which he got.

An early lesson learned: The key to scamming your insurance company is run down the street naked screaming "my house is burning - my house is burning"

I saw some sights of SF when I was watching Laguna Beach last night, it always looks so beautiful. I would certainly have moved out there if it wasn't so expensive. Well maybe in the future.

*fingers crossed for you*

Welcome to adulthood indeed...

I guess I wouldn't say I'm all grown up, I mean I'm not a stiff. I like to goof off and act like a kid myself... Top it off with a few beers and I can get pretty reckless, heh heh.

Maybe part of it is I just don't have that aclcoholic gene in me and I do manage to hold down a job. Who knows.

Speaking of the J.O.B. Ya get any word yet?
SF always looked pretty cool to me too, never been there though... Vegas is about as close as I've gotten. Wait maybe Tucson, whichever.

GOOD LUCK!!!

**shaking pom-poms for you**

I've moved 4 or 5 times in the past 2 years. Whenever I get somewhere new, after a while I'm all pissed off about one thing or another, then I have to leave because I'm miserable.
I guess it's something inside I need to fix

Good Luck!

thanks for ruining tots for me forever jackass

So you mean there are a bunch of snakes hiding in your neighbors house?? At any given time with no indication other than old skin?

I'd be on edge everytime I was over there. Yikes

Have you been to/lived in SF before? How exciting to be heading there with a one-way ticket.

Can't wait until it's my turn to get away from home.

A one way ticket...

I really wish I could find the sack to do that. Close my eyes and put my finger to a map.

Bolt.

Of course, it sounds like you have a pretty definite job waiting for you so... That takes a bit of the edge off

Still though, would be fun. A nice, fresh start somewhere new sounds really appealing to me. Always.

Good luck man. Hope to hear it all goes well for ya!

Yay! That's great- fingers crossed for you.

When I drink I get all emotional unless I'm distracted by other things.

At least for myself, different types of alcoholic beverages produce different kinds of buzzes and emotional impulses...

Varying degrees of recklessness and mischief, heh heh.

It very well could have been the beer. If not, eh, everyone gets lonely. If you look, my name is carved on THAT table somewhere too.