A complete outrage

So I found out that someone at my old job put in notice today and will be going to work for the competition. They called a company-wide meeting to tell everyone how great he is! And then they set up a happy hour for his last day! Are you kidding me? I was doing an awesome job and got escorted to the door like a criminal, and he goes to work for the enemy and gets a love festival and a party planned! This is wack. I seriously was not that pissed until now. I was disappointed but understanding before, and now I'm just outraged and pissed. I don't understand what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. Oprah would tell me i'm putting something toxic into the universe. Must evaluate my toxins. Also, do you think it's a coincidence that the week my begonia in my career corner finally bit the dust was the week I was canned? I must also re-evaluate the career corner and living greens, etc.

Back in the swing of things

So, now that I'm done dogsitting, this is the first real-seeming day of unemployment. I watched Ellen (LOVE that show) and part of the View in bed. I totally hate Barbara Walters, by the way. When Rosie O'Donnell was on it last week I was pleasantly surprised. She's not as bad as we've all been led to believe.

By the way, my house is a dump becuase my parents made me take all my stuff out of their house, and I'm certain that it's been ruining my life w/ all the crazy feng shui going on up in here. I have my work cut out for me: must clean up the career area in my house and organize everything in the basement! I'll have to get to the projects around here I havent had time for, like painting, cleaning, making curtains, etc.

Now I've got to get ready to rock my homework at the library...at least I'll have plenty of time for that!

Mouse: Parts 2, 3, and 4

Sweet Baby Jesus. You have put me to many tests this week. I must have needed to be put in my place. One of your angels must have told you my character needed strengthening.
PART 2:
Well, it came time to remove the mouse intestines from the carpet. I would have left it, but I knew the dogs would chase me around the house with it. So I called my friend J for emotional support and direction. Here's what I did: I put the dogs on the porch and the cat in the bathroom. I armed myself with rubber boots, a garbage can, and an envelope. The idea was to slide the envelpe under the guts, dump it in the trash, and run screaming out the door to the trash. However, apparently the oxygen had made the guts SUPER nasty like some kind of massive blood clot. Apparently the dog didn't get all the tail, because a tail bit was still attached. Poking the guts with the envelope was completely unbearable, and I determined that it was better to scoot the guts clump onto the paper with the measuring cup. When I lifted off the cup, the stench was SO FOUL, it curled my hair. Now, keep in mind that I am extremely squeamish and had lost all control of myself. I was completley hysterical, hyperventilating, and screaming. I don't know how people deal with car wrecks and emergency rooms. I mean, I was beside myself. Thank God J was there to talk me through it or I would be living on the porch right now. Also, the room looks like a crime scene from Law & Order: there are blood streaks on the wall and black smudge on the carpet. I'm not sure I'll be able to clean it.

PART 3:
Came home later and found a little mouse just hanging out on the floor amidst all the animals. I was like, "Excuse me??? The last mouse you saw you tore to bits, and now you're just all hanging out like the fecking Brady Bunch?" I knew if they hung out together too long it would become violent, so I ended up (with emotional support from abovementioned J) shoveling it into the trash.

PART 4:
This morning, the dog picked something up in her mouth and brought it into the bed. I wasn't born yesterday, so I got outta dodge. When I looked later, it looked like mouse-hair clumps. Though it could have been muddy debris from outside.

And...

8:22am: and cleaned up poop.

Addendum

I would like to add that it is only 8am and already on my first unemployed day I have cleaned up a pee puddle, 2 barfs, and dealt with a mismembered mouse (I'm still too scared to touch it, so its parts are just around the house tempting the dogs). Things better improve from here.

Back in (In)Action

Well, it's happened again. I have had the misfortune of being laid off from the job I got after being laid off. The sucky thing is, despite the fact that people were fired or quit left and right and I was in constant fear of being canned, I really liked my job. In fact, there were parts of it I loved. At least the last job I got laid off from was sucksville and stunting my career. This one was awesome and was giving me amazing experience. Plus, the idea of interviewing again really makes me want to poke my eyes out.

And speaking of getting your eyes poked out, I am dog/catsitting right now and woke up to a dog standing over me with a string hanging out of her mouth. When I removed the "string" it was slimy-nasty. After flinging it across the room I discovered it was a BLOODY MOUSE TAIL STUMP. On my way screaming out the door I saw the INTESTINES!!!!! The dog followed me up the stairs with the tail stump and calamity ensued. I have since covered it with a measuring cup because I can't bear to touch it. Oh, WHERE is my fantasy bf when I need him??? I hope this isn't a harbinger of my re-leisuring. I need a good omen SOON.