susandennis | Kind of a fuckety fuck day

I spent the last hour at work being talked down to by a developer who needed to teach me how to do a task he doesn't have to. Here's a handy tip: If you are looking to help someone help you, for fuck's sake do not insult them by treating them as idiots. They might not be idiots. They might be smart enough to one day take your balls and crush them into teensy little bits - virtually speaking, of course.

Then on the way to the bus, I passed a beautiful bush that was half turned a glorious scarlet. I dug into my backpack to get the camera only to find it wasn't there! Where the hell was it???? The damn thing is so small that it creates no heft and does not leave things noticeably lighter when it is gone. This is a problem. So, of course, I fretted all the way home.

Stopped to get a bus pass - yes, I remembered. Note to self: Do not wait until the second to last business day of the month like every other fool in town!!!

I got home to find that Jake had thrown up in the bedroom and in the living room. How happy am I that I accidently bought that bag of red cat food??!! He is such a thrower upper. Always has been. Betty? Not once. Ever. Jake? Three times a week - usually in the bedroom next to the bed just as I am drifting off to sleep.

I did find the camera. It was not on the kitchen counter. It was not on the kitchen table. It was not in its docking station. It was not in the first three jackets and sweaters that hang by the front door. It was... Yes... In the pocket of the 4th one.

I think steak for dinner. Maybe.