as of midnight tonight, I will officially be an employee of "enter name of bank that I WILL work for here"
I'm one of the 14 people who happen to be working right at midnight when the official take over happens. I feel much like I felt during Y2K. yes. I AM old enough to actually have a clear memory of that night. well actually no, that's a total LIE. I was hammered that night and don't remember anything except calling australia to talk to my then pseudo girlfriend to say happy new year. you know, cause it hadn't already happened for her like 16 hours prior. whatevs.
I also remember that me and my mum were halfheartedly worried about my cat, Smokey, because she had one of those new fangled chips in her neck. you see back then they were new, AND fangled. since everyone was fucking paranoid about EVERYTHING being "Y2K compatible" we assumed her head would just explode and we'd have to get a new cat. Thankfully Smokey is alive and well to this day. here is a picture to prove it.
my furry little dipshit
this picture was taken on my last trip to edmonton in July. I'll be back there in three weeks time and I'm sure I'll get a lecture from her the second I walk in the door about how I don't call, I don't write. bla bla bla. she has it pretty good though. I bought her one of those crinkle bags, that cats seem to love like crack babies love crack. She is no exception. the last time I talked with my mum she told me she will always here a crinkle crinkle crinkle, and then fathead (aka my cat) will be asleep on the bag for hours. that's her life. crinkle and sleep. colour me jealous.
this picture was also taken right after she ESCAPED in the middle of the night. busting right through the ALREADY broken screen. THAT SHE BROKE! because she b-lined THROUGH it to catch a rabbit. she has NO claws. but she still took down that rabbit! that's my fathead! she knows I hate rabbits. and is doing her part one at a time to take them out. even if it means taking out a screen too. anyways. she escaped. and I had to chase after her. because I was fearing for her life. you see, she likes to take dumps in peoples flower beds (which I can ONLY assume is her only act of rebellion left in this cruel world.) and my step dad and mum would likely murder her if they had to content with angry neighbors. picture it now guys, my parents live in an adult only complex that means everyone is 98. literally. (except my parents of course) so some frail little old lady is going to come steaming up my parents walk the next day at a rousing 3 steps per hour and shake their near death fist at my mum and complain about my fathead cat shitting in her petunias. THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN. so yea. I chased after the furry shitbrain into the night. near 3am. in my UNDERWEAR. running around an adult only complex trying to softly yet sternly yell SMOKEY. SMOOOKEY. you fucking shit head COME HERE!
I finally caught her.
and upon returning her into the house she crawled on my lap and gave me THAT FACE in the picture.
only my fucking cat. *sigh*
anyways.
I'm curious to see what kind of chaos will ensue this evening at work. I imagine it will be a shit show. this entire MONTH is going to be a fucking shit show. I can't wait to make my exit from the company. seriously.
in other news! only EIGHT DAYS UNTIL I SEE TORI MOTHER FUCKING AMOS!!!
the excitement has brought me close to death. the only cure is for me to sleep through it. which is what I will do now.
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