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Ups and downs.
Jul. 12th, 2007 11:17 pmWeird few days.
The good is very good, and the bad... equally so.
On the plus side, today at work was pretty good. Chris and Steve (ex-zookeeper, and other part timer at the shop) went to one of our reptile suppliers today, and were about as restrained as Chris and I were when we went to the rodent place a few weeks ago!
When they got back to the shop Chris slid a box across the desk to me.
"For me?"
"Might be," grinned Chris.
Inside said box was a snake. Quite the most beautiful little black rat snake I've ever seen - she's a white-sided black rat, effectively a white snake with a grey and black stripe along her spine and she has blue eyes and oh god, I squealed and almost burst into tears! She's absolutely gorgeous, and she's called Rosie. ;)
The bald rats at the shop have finally given birth, as have some of the fancy mice. And before anyone asks, no, these are not snake food! They're pets - or at least, the babies will be sold as such.
When I got home, I discovered that Gertrude, my black and tan fancy mouse, has also had her litter! I'm pretty pleased - they should all be baldies, as dad (Roger) is bald. But we shall see - they may be furred, or a mix of furred and bald. I need to brush up on my genetics.
On the not so good side, I'm exhausted. Ass dragging, bleary-eyed-behind-the-wheel exhausted. I know I'm working hard, but I've coped really well up to now.
And my mum texted me - she and my dad have gone to Rome to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary, and today some scumbag nicked her handbag.
It's not the loss of wallet and credit cards that bothers her. It's all the personal shit that was in there - her glasses, her ipod, her bits and bobs of makeup, house keys. This was supposed to be their special weekend to celebrate, and this happens. I hope the thief rots in hell. Or gets scrotal cancer. Or both.
As for the vets, well... on my last night, guess what I had to nurse?
The other puppy. The older one. Which, as it's insured, the guy told the vets to spare no expense on.
You know, just when i think I've seen the depths of despicable, someone will find a way to make me even sadder. I prefer snakes.
The good is very good, and the bad... equally so.
On the plus side, today at work was pretty good. Chris and Steve (ex-zookeeper, and other part timer at the shop) went to one of our reptile suppliers today, and were about as restrained as Chris and I were when we went to the rodent place a few weeks ago!
When they got back to the shop Chris slid a box across the desk to me.
"For me?"
"Might be," grinned Chris.
Inside said box was a snake. Quite the most beautiful little black rat snake I've ever seen - she's a white-sided black rat, effectively a white snake with a grey and black stripe along her spine and she has blue eyes and oh god, I squealed and almost burst into tears! She's absolutely gorgeous, and she's called Rosie. ;)
The bald rats at the shop have finally given birth, as have some of the fancy mice. And before anyone asks, no, these are not snake food! They're pets - or at least, the babies will be sold as such.
When I got home, I discovered that Gertrude, my black and tan fancy mouse, has also had her litter! I'm pretty pleased - they should all be baldies, as dad (Roger) is bald. But we shall see - they may be furred, or a mix of furred and bald. I need to brush up on my genetics.
On the not so good side, I'm exhausted. Ass dragging, bleary-eyed-behind-the-wheel exhausted. I know I'm working hard, but I've coped really well up to now.
And my mum texted me - she and my dad have gone to Rome to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary, and today some scumbag nicked her handbag.
It's not the loss of wallet and credit cards that bothers her. It's all the personal shit that was in there - her glasses, her ipod, her bits and bobs of makeup, house keys. This was supposed to be their special weekend to celebrate, and this happens. I hope the thief rots in hell. Or gets scrotal cancer. Or both.
As for the vets, well... on my last night, guess what I had to nurse?
The other puppy. The older one. Which, as it's insured, the guy told the vets to spare no expense on.
You know, just when i think I've seen the depths of despicable, someone will find a way to make me even sadder. I prefer snakes.
