Now for Something Completely Different
We all have bad days. And we can usually predict they’re going to be bad days by foreboding weather or stubbing one’s toe in the morning or just having a general sense of trepidation. But this morning I felt pretty good, optimistic even – despite the rain.
I was in a pretty good mood until I got my second parking ticket, spilled 4-day old coffee on a pair of jeans in my bag and came home to a puppy who’s consistently incapable of controlling his bowel movements. I mean, I get that puppies pee and I’ve had my fair share of accidents with Elwood but for Christ’s sake, can’t a girl sit down and catch up on a few episodes of Anthony Bourdain for the afternoon before heading out to her second job?
No, no this girl can’t because I spent 2 hours airing out the condo and trying (in vain) to sweep poo off the third floor landing. And now I’m sitting here, typing this all out in frustration even though I really would like to Swiffer the place because it isn’t clean enough. It’s never clean enough.
Yeah, this is me complaining and I mean, I feel lucky. I’m grateful that I have two dumb dogs and I’m grateful that I have a condo they can use as they’re own personal toilet. I’m grateful that I have the means to pay $100.00 to be able to DVR episodes of Anthony Bourdain without getting a chance to watch them. I’m grateful that I scored a second job to give me these means since the first doesn’t pay enough.
But I just want to say this and it’s going to sound strange because I’m being deliberately vague, but look:
I like to be busy and I like to do things. So my cushy-but-poor-paying-jobs it’s not my fault. It’s not because I don’t want to do things. I do want to do things, desperately. I want to be doing things all the time – which is why I joined a few women’s social meetups so I can be doing things and meeting people and enjoying myself. I like to be doing things, which is why I took up knitting and crocheting and sewing and blogging and forced myself to take graduate level classes I despised. Which is why I cook and I clean and I got a dog and I trained that dog and why I have books to read.
So, I’m grateful for all the little luxuries but today the very last thing I wanted to do on my day off early from work was clean up dog shit.





Kimberly (May 19, 2009, 3:02 pm).
I went home from lunch today to a puddle of puppy pee on the floor… I feel ya