11/18/03

Current Mood: Sleepy & Annoyed
Current Music: Nothing but the hum of my computer

I wish Marlene would go away. She has more new phone changes for me, and of course, she wants to meet with me. She’s the only person in this company retarded enough to think she has to meet with me over every little tiny change. Most people just interoffice mail changes to me. Not Marlene, no, Marlene the condescending bitch has to point out every change and ask if I understand it. Yes Marlene, I’m not an idiot and I would prefer not to be treated as if I am. Shesh!!

And of course I come in this morning to find an e-mail from my boss to call this guy that needs to be walked through updating his phone directory. Y’know boss lady, if you’d directed this poor guy to the help-desk he could have had his directory updated LAST NIGHT. He wouldn’t have even had to wait until today. I swear, these kinds of things should be directed to the help-desk ANYWAY, even my boss can’t get it right, there’s just no hope left. *bangs head on desk* This guys directory hasn’t been updated in over a year, he sent an e-mail saying basically that dammit his info hasn’t been updated and it’s been a year since his move. In all actuality his change has been done since the first time he submitted it. But because our users are uneducated MORONS he doesn’t know how to view it. Of course, it’s not entirely his fault. If someone would EDUCATE the users when they’re given their laptops as to how to update their manuals we’d be in a better position.

*sigh* So enough about work.

Sophie is a bitch. I swear, that cat needs a serious smackdown. Yesterday hubby and I were standing in Sara’s room after work, we were trying to figure out what it would take to fit a pool table in there. Which turns out would be moving a wall over a few feet. Anyway, we’re standing in there, Sara is in her crate, Sophie is in the dining room, and Sally and Casper are over in one corner of the room. Well, Sally and Casper decide they don’t want to be near one another and they get into it. They have little spats all the time. Well, Sophie hears them getting into it and she runs into the room, poofs up and starts trying to attack Sara through Sara’s crate bars!!!!! HELLO?!! Sara was NOT involved, at all!! Sara cowers in one corner and we chase Sophie off. Sophie comes back, but eventually we banish Sophie upstairs, give Sara a treat and tell her she’s a good girl. Jeez, Sally and Casper were over their little spat long before Sophie even bothered to get involved. I don’t think we’re going to be able to keep Sophie. We might have to put her on Petfinder here pretty soon. And of course, we’ll have to specify “No Dogs”. I don’t know if I can ever get Sophie to understand that Sara isn’t the enemy, that Sara is just as much a part of the family as all the cats. Sara wouldn’t hurt one of the cats if her life depended on it, she’s already proved that while cowering when Sophie tried to attack her when she wasn’t crated. Sara’s too submissive, I don’t think anything could provoke her to attack anything.

Kenny and Sophie got into it this morning too. He’s still working on showing her that he’s the dominate cat in the house. Sophie won’t just suck it up and accept her position. I think Kenny put her in her place this morning though. The little spat ended with Kenny laying down with his back to Sophie looking all proud while Sophie wandered off, head down, sulking.

Life gets interesting in the multi-cat household. Cats have such a delicate social structure. We go through the reorganizations of territory every time we change anything in the house. Eventually they settle it and everyone gets along again. Sally and Casper never really get along though, hehe. They just avoid one another for the most part.

I considered getting into animal behavior for a long time. Basically being a pet psychologist. People are so funny though about their pets. They don’t want to believe that some of the things they are doing with their pets are causing problem behavior. I’m already damn good at figuring those things out. But telling a pet owner that they are the problem can be a lot like telling a parent that their way of child-rearing is what’s causing their child to lash out and be a brat. It’s not always pretty. So that’s why I’m planning to go into people psychology instead. I’d rather stick to dealing with people one on one, of course there’s the chance of dealing with a kid or teenager and his/her parents, but even that I think would be better than dealing with pet owners and their precious puppy-wuppy who won’t quit peeing on joe’s shoes every time he comes over. *grins*

So anyway, we might see about finding a dog-free home for Sophie once she’s ready to be away from her babies. Provided she doesn’t straighten up after we get her spayed. I’m definitely getting her spayed before I even think about finding her a new home. I don’t want to take the risk of the new owner not spaying. I’d rather do it myself to insure it gets done. The last thing Sophie needs is another litter of babies. I’ll give her a little time after we get her spayed to straighten up, we’ll see how it goes. It’s looking like it’s going to be another couple of months before we can get her spayed. She has to quit producing milk first and her belly has to tighten back up all the way.

Anyway, I’m going to go for now. I’m going to see where I can find some purple pool cue chalk. 🙂