Lucky is a he I found out today. I thought it was a she. Lucky walked away from me after eating tuna to reveal two of the biggest gonads I have ever seen on a cat. Those have got to go. Snip! Snip! Lucky also got in a big fight last night. It awoke me and Maggie and I went and turned on all the outside lights. I was still very groggy from all the beer I drank. I could see Lucky by Joyce’s house. Hair bristling. And screaming like a banshee. He’s got a nasty scar on his face to show for it. Getting fixed will stop all that I hope. If I can only get him to trust me and off to the Vet he will go.
George left in time to get his mother to church. We both had beer for breakfast in characteristic alcoholic fashion. George was happy, though, and so was I. I needed a release last night. I needed a friend to talk to. I badly needed the anxiety I constantly experience to fade away. The beer did that for me. Better than any clonazepam could ever do that dad so carefully doles out like candy to a kid.
A Job Offer…
I got a call yesterday with a job offer. You may remember I applied for a bunch of jobs a few weeks ago online in a fit of aggravation at my parents. It is for a cook at a fast food place and it is for third shift. I really don’t want to work third shift and declined. “We’ll call you back if something in the day opens,” the lady said. “You passed the online test with flying colors! Your reference Dr. so and so said you were highly recommended.” I really want the baggage cart guy position at Wal-Mart. I applied this morning. I just want to hang out and gather the carts all day at minimum wage. The only downside to working at Wal-Mart would be seeing my ex-wife all the time. She practically lived there when we were married. I am sure China’s GDP loved it!