Sauerkraut Here!
Things are getting easier regarding my dog, but the truth is it’s still tough and worse for my mother who is surrounded by his stuff. I called the vet on Monday to tell them “I want him back” and apparently he was in the freezer… Still. Upset, and being the concerned parent that I am I asked, “Well, is he with other animals?” What? I just didn’t want him to be alone in there. The vet lady explained to me that my doggy would be picked up soon and should be ready to bring home a week from yesterday. I’m actually really upset that it’s taking this long because I’m ready for him to come home. I’m ready for his body to be comfortably at rest at home, which was his favorite place. Upset I called my mom, explained the situation and told her that I “would never let her sit in the freezer that long and that I will pay extra to bump her to the front of the line.” Such kind words.
In other news, I started my new job and I love it, so far. I noticed that none of the girls that were there to interview with me got h hired. I was kind of bummed that the Jessica girl didn’t hired because she looked kind of trashy which is sometimes fun, but I’m pumped the Cholana chick wasn’t hired because after talking to her briefly I was ready to shove a cheese stick down her throat if she mentioned “The Church” one more time. Moving on…
Last night we learned flower identification. My boss set up 50 different types of flowers and asked us to name them; I only got 12 correct, boo. I could identify many of them as orchids, lilies, etc. but they were looking for the specific name, example: “Enchantment Lily.” Anyways, after we reviewed the flowers we were tested again and this time I got all 50 correct. Fuck yes! We finished off the night “processing” the flowers. This is when a shipment comes in; you tear the yucky stuff off, stick them in water and put them in the cooler/heat room. My next day is Thursday and on Saturday I’ll be learning “rose arrangements.” I can’t wait.
After work I went to Chickpeas house and she fed me a delicious dinner of water, a Baby Bell Cheese and a protein bar. We spent the remainder of the night “marketing,” meaning searching for Greek men online. I also put her to work answering my text messages. Jesus! We’re a fucking disaster!
Tonight my plan is to go to bed at 6PM. I plan on walking in the door, getting in my comfortable clothes and laying in bed until I pass out. Tomorrow is “clean house day” I plan to wash my sheets to rid them of the mascara that has rubbed off of my eyebrows.
What else? Oh! Let’s knock out some of this fucking 30 Day Blog Challenge crap… Let’s see…
Day 13 – A picture of my favorite band or artist.
Yeah, yeah!
Again, I could never pick one, but I would rape Ice Cube, so I pick him.
Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
SOME of my family.
I’m actually getting a little pissed because I feel like I have the same answer for half of these questions, think of some new shit people! Again, I would pick my family, duh. A long time ago I realized something, after my grandparents and my mother pass; I’m all alone and have no reason to continue living. So… PDX, I Heart To Fart, you know my final wishes. Rawr.
Which reminds me; about a month ago someone sent my grandfather a text message accusing him of sending a message to a 16 year-old girl. On my grandfather’s behalf, I replied to them informing them that this phone number belonged to a 76 year-old man and that he may have typed the number wrong. In addition, I told them were stupid for giving their underage daughter a phone and allowing her to receive text messages from random strangers. And in response, to their “don’t contact her again message,” I told them not to contact my grandfather again or I would “trace their number and hunt them down.” So, my grandfather calls:
Grandpa: “Did you send a text message with my phone!?”
Sauerkraut: “Yes, someone was being mean to you.”
Grandpa: “Well don’t! It cost me 10 cents per text! Here’s your grandmother.”
Really grandpa, 10 cents?
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.
I would really love to do some research and discover my roots, in detail. I know I’m Irish and my grandmother claims I’m Scandinavian, but my last name is actually of Scottish decent, so I’m a little confused. Anyways, I’d like to visit all the places I have history: different towns/cities, old houses, maybe a place of employment, and my “native” land/s.
Have you heard of the “second shot?” If not, watch this commercial:
I’m actually always trying to do second shots and I’d love to go to these places, write notes, take photos, etc. And then combine it all into a huge book to pass down from generation to generation. Assuming the world doesn’t end next week, which actually wouldn’t surprise me. At all.
I think I’m done now?
Yup.
That is all.
Sauerkraut
I'm glad you're enjoying the job! Is it in the same building I worked in and everything? I remember I was hired w/two other girls, one of whom quit within days because she was too slow at everything. I never did learn all the flowers--you're impressive. :)
ReplyDeleteI would love to go back to Ireland & England and search around for ancestors. I think I have my own family all traced, thanks to the momos. I suppose my "heritage" of brainwashing is good for something...but anyway, I'll totally be your Euro-buddy. :)
Oh, and my camera finally died. After being drop-kicked and dropped from a bike (hitting the tire and skidding across the road) I think Rob must've dropped it onto cement because it cracked so bad that the batteries won't stay in. Sigh. (Although if I hold them in with one hand & press hard, it would work.)