I firmly believe that once you've read the full trilogy of the Hunger Games more than once, you start applying that shit to your daily life. When I first moved to the Texas office, I commented that getting office supplies was akin to getting to the cornucopia in the arena. When we moved from the 7th floor to the 3rd, my colleagues and I discussed the different floors and it totally felt like we were talking about districts. Since moving to the first floor on Friday, I've determined that my department is, at very least, in District 11. It smells in here. We do not have a proper break room. If we want water or coffee, we have to go to another floor or bother someone down here to let us in. Minor inconveniences but we kind of feel like red headed stepchildren, especially considering our "break room" now consists of a mini refrigerator (which was filthy when we first received it) and a microwave (also filthy) on top of it. Really though, it's the smell that bothers me most. I don't mind being down here because it takes away my elevator guilt and if I forget my badge one day, it won't be as big a hassle. Still, change and all that.
Things at the Bat Cave are same old same old. The Bat through his annual party, which fell on Monkey's birthday, and was a bit disappointed by the turnout (I think that was due to the rain we'd had earlier in the day). But the Monkey said she had a good birthday and I think it all went well. Save for the Bat standing all day in flip flops, which led him to be crooked for a few days again with terrible back pain. I'd say "poor fucker" but he was told ages ago to look into getting an inversion table for that sort of therapy and he just puts it off, saying he doesn't have the funds but I think he could probably make room if he budgeted. Then again, I haven't moved anything into savings since I started paying full rent so I'm not one to talk. I just hate seeing him - or anyone for that matter - in such pain when I know there is nothing I can do about it.
Bubbles has weird bumps that the Bat thinks are from her scratching herself. I'm worried about her and I think I need to take her to the vet but part of me is afraid to. I don't know why other than I hate wrestling her into her little crate and my fear that something really wrong might be going on. But I need to look into it and make an appointment for the poor thing. I feel like I'm being a bad pet owner and I've NEVER been a bad pet owner. The dogs scratch constantly so they now stay outside at night. Monkey says we still have fleas, even with the bombing we did, so who knows? I guess it just isn't a good time for the pets lately. I sympathize as my bites have also increased.
The strawberries seem to be giving up in the greenhouse. The Bat doesn't know if it is because they need more nitrogen or what. I wonder if it isn't because the tomatoes are taking over. Bat bought some pond plants this past Friday with hopes that they would improve the situation but right now it is tenuous. He bought some cheap plants with little white flowers and, because he knew I was in a terrible mood, a big lily pad with a couple of buds so that I'd have a pretty plant in the pond. He continues to boggle my mind, to be honest. But, mosquitoes aside, the greenhouse really has become an oasis, especially in the evenings when it is a bit cooler. Spectero is coming this evening for girls' night just because the greenhouse is bad ass. We are going to make our own pesto and I'm going to help her get over her fear of puff pastry as we make the savory tart. Hopefully we don't fuck up the pesto. She's bringing the ingredients and I have a food processor and an internet connection so I would say "what could possibly go wrong" but those are famous last words.
So that is it in my boring little life. Just thought I'd put in a brief update even though it is a ridiculous one. Maybe I'll have more humor another day. Right now I have to get back to work.
Things at the Bat Cave are same old same old. The Bat through his annual party, which fell on Monkey's birthday, and was a bit disappointed by the turnout (I think that was due to the rain we'd had earlier in the day). But the Monkey said she had a good birthday and I think it all went well. Save for the Bat standing all day in flip flops, which led him to be crooked for a few days again with terrible back pain. I'd say "poor fucker" but he was told ages ago to look into getting an inversion table for that sort of therapy and he just puts it off, saying he doesn't have the funds but I think he could probably make room if he budgeted. Then again, I haven't moved anything into savings since I started paying full rent so I'm not one to talk. I just hate seeing him - or anyone for that matter - in such pain when I know there is nothing I can do about it.
Bubbles has weird bumps that the Bat thinks are from her scratching herself. I'm worried about her and I think I need to take her to the vet but part of me is afraid to. I don't know why other than I hate wrestling her into her little crate and my fear that something really wrong might be going on. But I need to look into it and make an appointment for the poor thing. I feel like I'm being a bad pet owner and I've NEVER been a bad pet owner. The dogs scratch constantly so they now stay outside at night. Monkey says we still have fleas, even with the bombing we did, so who knows? I guess it just isn't a good time for the pets lately. I sympathize as my bites have also increased.
The strawberries seem to be giving up in the greenhouse. The Bat doesn't know if it is because they need more nitrogen or what. I wonder if it isn't because the tomatoes are taking over. Bat bought some pond plants this past Friday with hopes that they would improve the situation but right now it is tenuous. He bought some cheap plants with little white flowers and, because he knew I was in a terrible mood, a big lily pad with a couple of buds so that I'd have a pretty plant in the pond. He continues to boggle my mind, to be honest. But, mosquitoes aside, the greenhouse really has become an oasis, especially in the evenings when it is a bit cooler. Spectero is coming this evening for girls' night just because the greenhouse is bad ass. We are going to make our own pesto and I'm going to help her get over her fear of puff pastry as we make the savory tart. Hopefully we don't fuck up the pesto. She's bringing the ingredients and I have a food processor and an internet connection so I would say "what could possibly go wrong" but those are famous last words.
So that is it in my boring little life. Just thought I'd put in a brief update even though it is a ridiculous one. Maybe I'll have more humor another day. Right now I have to get back to work.
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