Neko, Alone Time, Routines

Peggy has been gone two weeks to the day. She comes home on Saturday. Neko and I cannot wait. Neko is getting sick of being at work all day. But she has developed a nice routine.

Normally not a morning person, the biggest adjustment for Neko is getting up and ready. She normally likes to lie in bed most mornings and won't really get up until she see the neighbor's husky dog walk by. Another dog invading her territory used to be the signal to get up and start her day. Now she looks at me sadly after I shower and dress and beg to stay. But each day I have roused her, put on her harness and off we go.

I typically treat her to a small walk on the way to work. We stop at a little park off West Marginal way and take a scary morning walk. Two weeks on patrol and I can attest that there are not pedophiles waiting at this park.

We get into work and she immediately races to Sherrill's office for one of many treats during the day. She then settles in on her bed and resumes whatever she was dreaming about last night. At 9:00 I take her over to Georgetown and we pick up MI's mail and walk around the post office. Just this week we have discovered a house that has four chickens. The chickens like Neko and she like the chickens. They actually come to the fence to see her and they both enjoy sniffing each other (assuming chickens can sniff).

And Neko always poos on this walk.

We work from 6:30 to noon and do various things for lunch. Various things usually involve walks.

Around 2:30 everyday Neko reminds me that it is time to head over to the South Park Community Center. Two laps around the field, she chases birds and breaks into sprint every now and then. This is her favorite walk because I allow her to go off-leash.

And Neko always poos on this walk.

Around five the hall lights go out and Neko and I find ourselves alone. This is prime whining time. Neko has figured out that everyone else has left and why the hell should we be here. I am afraid Neko does not possess the aptitude to get ahead in life. She IS a clock watcher.

We then race home, feed the kittens. Neko tells them about her day. I feed her and if I am lucky and do not look at her eyes (and feel like it) I then sneak out for a work out.

Around 10:00 Neko gives me the look, and it is off the bed. She gives me my space as I read, but as soon as the light is out, Munchy makes a bee line for the space between my legs, Neko takes the side and Pushy finds my feet. I then lie there hoping I won't disturb them and drift off to sleep......lather, repeat and wait for Peggy's arrival.

I Run with Scissors, I Run with the Pack

What a morning. Uggghhh. I just spend three hours with a risk loss consultant sent to me via our property casualty insurer. Maddening. He was horrible. How does this man DO anything. EVERYTHING he saw was DANGER. Things we should do better, put away, clean up. I did not know that everything caused fire, mayhem and trouble.

And to top it off, his real title should have been - Head Disciplinarian at the Dead Horse Ranch. OK, OK I get it; lets move on!!!!!!!!!

This guy was a prime example of what happens to you when you do not get (or notice) social feedback. Because he was sent by our insurer (a Company we spend a couple of hundred thousand dollars with and feel lucky to get coverage) one has to be nice to him. Why had I told him to shove it up his ass we would have been deemed "un-insurable". So you sit there and listen for the 100th time about how we should have written procedures for each weld our welder's do, and how EVERY speck of debris needs to be in a sealed garbage can, and these cans should be emptied every 10 minutes and you think to yourself, "when is this asshole going to leave".

AND THEN he says he is leaving BUT he finds FOUR more things to take pictures of and lecture me about on his way to his car. It was like a high school team playing Nebraska in football. The score was already Mr. Smarty Pants 1 million vs. poor bored to tears Walt ZERO.

I can't wait for his report.

Dumb and Dumber Rant

fictional (above) real life ? below

I have readers. And I have been disappointing them of late with little to no content.

In a quick survey of readers, the thing they miss the most is my rants.

So here is my rant of the day. I am busier than a one legged man in an ass-kicking contest and am losing most of my matches. Today I received the topper on top of my already too busy work-load.

A (now) disgruntled employee came in today for a 401 K loan. He is desperate for the dough and he needs it NOW. Forget the fact that ala George Bailey's previous instructions he should know that he has to deal with our 401K administrator for this, and that means filling out THEIR forms, communicating with THEM and waiting for THEM to send him a check. We do not have his money. He is quite pissed at ME, because he needs his money NOW. Honestly, if he had not been so pissed, and so nasty and made me so pissed and so nasty we quite possibly could have fronted the money. But, his mother never told him about bees and honey and vinegar.

Here is the kicker. He joined the 401 K in August and has a balance of around $800 of which the plan will only loan him 50%. My belief is that by the time he gets the loan (net of a $100 loan fee) he probably won't need it. But NOOOOOO, he won't listen to me.

And lastly, I think I played ball one summer with the twins pictured at the bottom, I think they went to Kennedy High School.