I'm no good after 12

I didn't want to send a fleabag off to be boarded next week, so I began chasing down the old guard.  I did not get the new ones because 1.  Mama cat grooms the two kittens, frequently, and I can't have her licking off the topical.  2.  Doc had some Advantage samples and used that on everyone as I brought them in. 

I got the girls pretty easy but Biscuit was the primary target.  I washed my hands after every application because I have gotten some FIERCE migraines if I don't.  I finally caught and dosed him.  I woke Ron up to tell him not to pet. 

And I went to bed.  I slept OK but one of those woke up tired days.  I got ready, got Ron ready, got everything we were supposed to bring with us.  And off to work.  It was dead.  I took the money out of the machines and counted it. 

I did have one guy, he ALWAYS brings his own lunch, one of those cheap people who wouldn't put a nickel in the vending machine.  Always has his great big insulated lunch bag.  He got in front of me as I was attempting to open the food machine. 

1.  That's effing RUDE.  There is no call to do that. 
2.  I WILL open the machine anyway (which I did) and you had better get out of the way. 

Wanted to know if we had "seasonings for the sandwiches".  I said no.  I did not make excuses or apologize.  You will never find free "seasonings for sandwiches" at any cold food vending location.  Never. 

I knew he wanted something for his lunch, that's the only reason he would ask, but I don't need "seasoning" for the food I sell.  All the customers like it just fine the way I sell it.  And, like I told him "You are the only person to ask in 20 years".  And I started stocking.  He didn't much like that but I was there to work, not play head games. 

I don't feel an obligation to the brown-bagger.  They don't want to spend money, that is fine, but I don't owe them anything in return.  I will take care of my customers. 

The only thing we might have done is ketchup and mustard when we sold hot dogs, but we don't do hot dogs anymore. 

I will rarely find a $5 bill in with the $1's when I am counting the money.  The bank doesn't like them together, so I take them out and give them to Ron, sometimes he gives them back.  :) .  I went out of my hidey hole with the $5's in my hand, and someone stopped me, looking at the $5's.  "Oh, I need change!"  So they became a $20 which Ron later said I could keep.  Awesome. 

I counted the money (enough to pay me) and we headed out to the pain doctor.  That took a while, they got us there very early (I would far rather arrive early) even though we got stuck in awful traffic.  They saw us early, we were the last appointment before lunch. 

Doc really likes Ron and is very low key, the total opposite of that one horrible doctor who always shouted at Ron.  Then we called Arturo (I thought we were taking paratransit until Ron made the call) to go to the bank.  That paid a few bills for Arturo.  We went to the bank and turned the ones into something more usable, Ron gave me some extra cash. 

I was glad we were almost done, I told Ron "I'm no good after 12". 

I am pretty set on getting a papasan chair with a teal cushion.  I have turquoise curtains in the front room and I like teal as well.   The chair will be comfortable and safe for the cats.  Pier One makes a chair with an open base so the cats can still go underneath.  That will be ideal.  I will buy it next week, I don't want to get it this week and have it delivered when I am out of town. 

I can also get my pheremone diffuser too.  Again, buy it next week. 

Ron called Arturo again, A. knew we wouldn't be too long and was right around the corner.  I wanted some dinner so we went through the Wendy's drive through.  I got 2 junior bacon cheeseburgers (pretty good) and Ron got the spicy nuggets, which he really liked. 

I fed the cats and got Ron settled when I got home, then ate my food.  I dropped sauce on my shirt and later had to wash it.  I tend to get food on my clothes now.  It is frustrating... only when I am at home. I am "good" out in public.  Maybe I am distracted. 

I took a nap with Biscuit and Torbie.  I woke up at 3.  I started a load of clothes (including that shirt), fed the cats, mediated in a fight, almost petted an adorable Cleo lying on her condo, cleaned up an accident (I need a bigger box), and about to clean the boxes.  My grocery delivery is due in about an hour. 

The old chair is gone but they left the cushion.  I found that odd.  Ikea doesn't make the cushions any more.  But it is their problem and not mine.  Something was broken that did not affect the use, and they don't make the cushions any more (the cats did a number on the cushions), otherwise I might have put it up for sale.  But I am OK giving it away and just glad my poor trash men (a week of litter and old food in my can!  YUCK!) don't have to deal with it. 

I had better go do those boxes while I have the energy.