The Writer's Right

Oh I’m so glad this day is OVER!

First off let me preface this blog entry by stating that it will be a whine. WHINE WHINE WHINE . . .  pass the damn cheese.

Today was a shitty day. It all started when I took the boys out for their morning walk. I had intentions of taking them to the park. Until my neighbor’s yellow lab came upon us. She was loose again. Grrrr. . . .  I was in such a mood already I just wanted to ignore her (is it my fault her owners are idiots?) but I thought, “No, because I can’t go to the park anyway, because she’ll follow me, off leash, across the busy road. So I attempt to get her. Nope, not gonna happen, or so I thought. I was able to grab her collar.

I’m now guiding her by the collar and my two eager pugs back to her house. I thought about unleashing Murphy and clipping his leash on her, but I don’t trust Murphy enough. Then I thought about taking her into my house so I could grab a leash, but my boys needed to pee and I didn’t want to risk it (we’re in the process of reinforcing potty training for Duke and I didn’t want to confuse his routine). So I decided to walk her back.

Until she slipped out of her collar. OH NO, I thought. I have her collar in my hand with her i.d. and she’s loose. Now I have to catch her. I look at her collar. There’s no i.d. tag. IDIOTS! Their dog gets loose all the time and she has no i.d. on her? Sigh.

So I’m calling her, all the while my boys are play attacking each other, I’m getting caught up in the leash and she’s mocking me. We finally get to her house and I’m wondering how I’m going to catch her to get her tied up. There is only a light coming from the kitchen of her house. Looks like no one’s up. Screw it, they deserve to be up. Let them chase their dog in their PJs, half asleep instead of me. But just as I’m about to ring the door bell, she gets on the steps and sits. Perfect.

But now there’s no time for the park. Fortunately Duke pees and poops but Murphy only pees. We come in, I feed the boys, and take my post at being the meal time security guard. I have to make sure Duke doesn’t bug Murphy’s dining and vise versa. Murphy dines ok, but Duke decides that his bowl has the plague and he can’t go within four feet of it. I decide he doesn’t like the garnish. I try putting a cookie on it. Nada. I paid $200 for Murphy’s vet visit on Saturday (check up) so I’m praying he’s just being a butthead. But I’m worried.

I make him a new breakfast. Nope, not having it. Fine, I put it up. I’m late at this point and I still have to iron, hop in the shower and make lunch and breakfast for me. I do it with no time to spare. I get in the car, head to drop Murphy off and realize I forgot my sunglasses. Damn! No time to turn around, I must have time to speed through Dunkin’ Donuts. I can do it in the blinding dun. So I squint all the way to work.

I come in on the second floor and my dept. is on the fourth. You have to take this series of escalators up. The first one wasn’t working. I realize it as I step on it. Too late to cop out and take the elavator. So I have to haul my fat ass up a whole flight. A monstrous flight. I huffing and puffing, man what the hell is in this workbag that’s slung over my shoulders, flight. I suspect that there are bricks in it. Nope, I’m just that out of shape.

The rest of the day was no better. First off I was craving frozen yogurt and the station was closed today. WTF? But it’s ok, frozen yogurt I can get over, coffee is another story and I had the perfect cup this morning.

The afternoon was nuts. I’m working on this project at work that my mentor, who has been in Cancun for the week, has handed off to me. It was supposed to small, and easy. Nope, it’s been long and difficult. And I’m working with one of the toughest managers on it. And I made every dumb mistake possible at work today, including sending an email to one of our medical directors first without a subject line and second without the damn attachment. Both of which the manager caught. I was able to recall all botched emails. “Did you get the message that they were successfully recalled?“ He said over IM. “Yes, all except yours,“ I type back. I swear he was sitting there, waiting for all my horrific emails to come through. But apparently I wasn’t his only victim today. Another fellow coworker was ready to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier. I have a headache over my eye at this point and I have cramps. (Yes, I AM PMSING, but so far, this day could piss anyone off.)

I got home for work and took the boys for a long walk in the walk. That wasn’t bad except I threw my sneakers on with no socks. Apparently while I’ve had them a while, they aren’t that broken in. I have nice new blister on the side of my foot. But, both boys did their business, is it was almost worth it. Almost. (Owie, owie, owie!)

The evening was capped off by me having a total mental blank on this project I’m doing for a birthday present for Jeff’s sister. I have NO inspiration and I had hoped to bang out a bunch of pages. I got five done. Looks like my Saturday will be full of scrapbooking. (I have to give it to her on Saturday night.)

And finally, Duke was more preoccupied by the kids hanging round the condo, the neighbors’ dog and Murphy than peeing. I got a poop, but no pee. At least I think so. He’s hard to see in the dark. I did see if he was wet down there and he was. Maybe he was a ninja pee-er tonight. (Shut up, when you have a kid or an animal, nothing will gross you out and you’ll do anything for peace of mind.) Now Sir Duke is whining and barking at Jeff. He wants up in the bed and he has yet to realize that he’s quite agile and with enough umph, he could hurls himself up there.

And I just got an email about a pug I rescued last week because her idiot owners didn’t have time for her and they were ignoring how sick she was. It doesn’t look good. I’m absolutely pissed about this because it could have been prevented. She’s a sweet little thing who doesn’t deserve this. I’ll never understand how heartless people can be with it comes to animals. They aren’t things, they are living, breathing, beings!

I’m ready for bed. Whine, whine, whine… pass the cheese.