The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

Dear Lee,

Stop agonizing and make up your goddamn mind. It is a yes or no question. It is not the question you had hoped to be asked, but there are some very definite benefits for you in it. Ask for advice when you're not feeling exhausted and hungry and thoroughly head-reely in general. Also, naptime is good.

Also, just because you see something OMFGSOADORABLE does not mean that you must instantly buy it for ukekenshin, who would probably like it if you got off your duff and mailed all the OTHER things you bought her.

No love, and scant tolerance,
Lee

I haven't made a public entry in a couple of weeks. Holy crap.

Anyway: I had an interview with a title company in Bloomington on Tuesday, and I was supposed to hear from them by Friday if they decided to hire me. I didn't. I suppose theoretically it might have taken them longer to make a decision than they expected, but I'm really not holding my breath. Disappointing, but I'll live. Eventually, someone's going to have to give up and hire me.

I have decided, greatly against my will, to start confining Callice during the day. She's peed on my bed. There doesn't seem any effective way to make her stop (we've already established that there's nothing physically wrong with her), and I can't afford to take off work for a couple of weeks just to teach her that the only place she can pee and not be punished for it is the litterbox. In addition to which, I really can't do anything when I'm not here, other than close off rooms; she wasn't a pet before she came home with me, so she doesn't understand about doors. I don't want her to associate my leaving with abandonment and punishment, but I really don't see where I have a choice, because it's either this or get rid of her. The shelters in my area are all no-kill shelters, so it wouldn't be a death sentence, but I think that's a stupid reason to get rid of an animal, and she can't understand why I'd be taking her back. And when I move out, she's going to have to live in the bathroom all day. I hate to do it, and I think it's cruel and unnecessary, but she cannot run free and urinate wherever the hell she feels like it, the more so given that anyplace I'd be living would necessarily allow pets, and I can't know who lived in the apartment before me or whether they had animals. Even though apartments are cleaned, she can smell things I don't.

You know, I really do not understand why people sentimentalize their cats. Callice does not love me in any human sense, or in the sense that people mean when they say "love", and I know this, and it does not bother me. She loves living in a house instead of in a box. She loves having food and water served on a regular basis, and she loves flopping in front of the fan or on the bathroom tiles on a hot day. She loves curling up in the mitten box to sleep, and she loves pets and not being spanked (which is why she pees when I can't see her, because she knows she WILL get spanked if I catch her at it). But she wouldn't give a shit if I dropped dead. She'd notice that I was engaging in some sort of unacceptable tomfoolery wherein I hid and refused to come out, but eventually, she'd get used to my not being there, and I doubt she'd care as long as her present standard of living continued.

Anyway, that train of thought aside, yesterday was fabulous. My birthday's on Wednesday, so we got all the stuff-we-can't-do-on-work-nights out of the way yesterday; we saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, which was a damn good ending to the trilogy (though they left the possibility of another film open at the end). The opening scenes in particular sent chills up my spine (always a good omen). Also ate at Iwataya. Mmm, raw fish. ♥ But hey, raw fish is just what I want most of the time. (Mom poked at the tsukemono with her chopsticks and asked what they were; I tried not to let my own bias against tsukemono, based on a tale of H's misspent youth, influence me, but it was hard).

The Herald-Times was a goldmine this weekend. Huzzah.

I schlepped my magical accordion file full of documents into the accountant's office this morning, and learned that a.) my tax burden is not as bad as I thought it was and b.) I am actually getting a refund this year, WHOO-HOO. Hopefully, I will not get a note from the IRS that says Y HELO LEE HOW R U 2DAY U R BEING AUDITED LOL :D (small businesses tend to be on the butt end of this sort of thing). Kids: the key to creating wealth is to start a small business and not make any money at it!

(I would be lying if I said I didn't make any money at it, but I don't make very much, which is one reason I am wanting a part-time job and/or the whole deal with Bloomington.)

Also, driving through Paoli on my way back from Salem, I had a motard moment and put premium in my gas tank by accident, and then had to bother my m0mmy at work call teh m0mmy to ask whether this would do anything really bad. (Yes, I know, I know--but bear in mind that until last year, the only car that I'd driven was the car I learned to drive on, which was a diesel engine, and unleaded gas + diesel engine = Bad Juju. I didn't know the difference between the kinds of unleaded before I bought the Toyota.)

By the time I got to English, a substantial amount of the courthouse staff was standing outside watching the storm (we have had horrific weather here). By the time I left English, approximately fifteen minutes later (there'd already been a power outage, so they shut off the recorder's computers, so I couldn't do any work on the actual search), it was raining in sheets, and I was parked close to the building and still got wet. By the time I hit IN-64, it was raining so hard that I had to pull into the grocery store parking lot to wait part of it out. Basically, it was almost 6 by the time I got home, and I'm usually not home after 5. I was also extremely drenched when I got home.

And also I have to get up early because I'm going up north tomorrow (yay no work :D). There ought to be some way to keep m0mmy from eating all the leftover spinach and fish, as I would like to have some (the spinach is creamy enough to remind me of ravioli with spinach-and-ricotta filling :9). Which means I have to go to bed early, but I'd like to read and have some tea first.

Also, it will be cool tomorrow, so I can wear my totally pimpin' grey slacks. WIN.