Of Spring and Waking Up

There is something really refreshing about a long (3 hours) midday nap. Waking up at 4 sort of feels like a natural second time to wake up. Also refreshing is the cool (temperature) spring wind and shower storm that is going on outside my window and gently blowing around the room. Oh, whoops, the rain is coming into the room, maybe I'd better close the window. Maybe. Maybe not.

Number 4?

So work's pretty crazy. I'm in the process currently of switching departments (from dishwasher to the packaging department). Today I was: training the new dishwasher, being trained for packaging, and helping Vince in the manufacturing department making the crackers. It was like a metaphor for how disorganized the entire company is! Disorganized, but lovable.

Hm, maybe work's not a fun thing to talk about. I just saw a movie, "Please Give", and it was really fabulous. There was just so much honesty in it, which makes me sound like a try-hard film snob, but there you go. Sometimes people sound like that. And that's ok.

But seriously, there was just something so authentic and relatable about the whole thing. It's the kind of movie that makes ME want to be a film director. Which, in my humble opinion, is saying something.

Actually, I don't have terribly interesting things to say right now, it turns out. I don't seem to have my witty banter about me.

In Which I Wonder About People and The Way They Are

I have a hard time having respect for people who don't have respect for themselves. I have a hard time being nice to them, or considerate. Maybe that makes me a terrible person, but really, it's just me going along with the standard they have set up for themselves. I wonder, do they REALIZE they're not giving themselves the respect they deserve? Or are they just completely oblivious to it? Is it just some sensation they have, where they know SOMETHING's up, but they're just not quite sure what it is? I suspect that's often what it is. That they know something's amiss, but they don't realize that the "something" is a lack of self-respect. It drives me up the wall.

A Cat Of One's Own.

So everyone one seems pretty excited about some kind of hockey hullabaloo lately. Maybe we're headed toward the playoffs? Maybe we're working toward the Stanley Cup? I don't know, and I'm certainly not about to head to the nearest sports bar to find out. No, if I'M going to watch hockey, it's going to be with someone who will patiently explain every single detail of the game to me, and answer every question I have.

On another note, it's day 3 of the Great Cat-Sitting Adventure, and I'm ready to shoot myself in the head. In fact, someone may have done it for me when I wasn't looking, because I have had a headache for a few hours now. It's not that I don't love the cat. I do. I love it. What I DON'T love is the following 5-7:30 in the morning routine she has established.

Step 1) Yowl as though dying.

Step 2) Come upstairs to person who is calling her, and receive petting and general comforting.

Step 3) As soon as person is back asleep, go downstairs and start yowling again.

I was almost late for work this morning, this new routine has left me so disoriented! Almost, but not quite. Oh well, it'll be fine, we'll get through it together, lucky thing I love cats so! If only I could feel this way about every person in the world....

It Begins

Ok, here it is! My first official post on my brand new blog!

I'm afraid it's being the first one does not guarantee that it will be epic, or even one of much note at all.

That being said, I do not recommend having a large bowl of roasted root vegetables for dinner. There's a reason restaurants serve this as a side dish, rather than a main course. Lesson learned.

Also, I have just gained one cat, Little Foot, and will be taking care of her for the nine days my friend is in Disneyworld. Very exciting, however, having a cat comes with its share of responsibilities and sacrifices. For example, it's Saturday night, and I was going to go out, but am now not sure that's such a good idea. I mean, the cat needs to be fed around 10 or 11 at night (so I'm instructed), and well, if I'm out, well you see what I'm saying. The cat needs to be fed.

Anyway, I think I've proved my earlier comment about the epic proportions of this post, and will now sign off.