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Ooo! The new LJ header has STARFEESH. Cool.
I am now the Mama of fourteen guinea keets and seven new poults -- though there may be more; the seventh just hatched about two minutes ago. He is being pitiful in the box.
I had a great weekend with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
random_prophet, who is mad cool. Unfortunately, she is also going to Russia for all of next year, so it will be a long while before I see her again.
My work week is crazy again -- they seem to like giving me one very light one and then one insanely heavy one. So -- ugh. 12 hour shift on Saturday with my least favourite client. Who I am also seeing Thursday. Who has no AC. Which -- we have no AC at my house, either, but at my house I do not have to carry old ladies back and forth from the bathroom once an hour. Also, at my house we keep the fans on and try to circulate the air, whereas this client is always cold so she insists on keeping the house warm. Hey, did you know there's a heat advisory going right now? Yeah. So she's going to yell at me when I refuse to heap blankets on her, sigh.[1]
Pigs are coming soon!
Not much interesting news. Mostly I am tired, and sometimes I have time to do art.
[1] I'm not sure if I've explained my thing with heat, but basically I can't function. I mean, I can force myself to if I have to, but being too hot makes me want to sit somewhere and cry and cry, and given half the chance that's exactly what I'll do. Cry and sleep. I can't eat when it's hot, and I'm just generally really miserable. Also I sweat a LOT. So I'm not really very much fun to be around during a heat wave, and left to my own devices I would spend this week in the library or hiding in the cellar reading. Instead, I'm working, and while most of my clients have AC in their homes, which actually makes things better, my Mon.Thus.Sat. client is compounding my dislike of her personality by attempting to cook me to death in her house. Ugh. Naturally my work uniform is sweltering, too.
I am now the Mama of fourteen guinea keets and seven new poults -- though there may be more; the seventh just hatched about two minutes ago. He is being pitiful in the box.
I had a great weekend with
random_prophet, who is mad cool. Unfortunately, she is also going to Russia for all of next year, so it will be a long while before I see her again.My work week is crazy again -- they seem to like giving me one very light one and then one insanely heavy one. So -- ugh. 12 hour shift on Saturday with my least favourite client. Who I am also seeing Thursday. Who has no AC. Which -- we have no AC at my house, either, but at my house I do not have to carry old ladies back and forth from the bathroom once an hour. Also, at my house we keep the fans on and try to circulate the air, whereas this client is always cold so she insists on keeping the house warm. Hey, did you know there's a heat advisory going right now? Yeah. So she's going to yell at me when I refuse to heap blankets on her, sigh.[1]
Pigs are coming soon!
Not much interesting news. Mostly I am tired, and sometimes I have time to do art.
[1] I'm not sure if I've explained my thing with heat, but basically I can't function. I mean, I can force myself to if I have to, but being too hot makes me want to sit somewhere and cry and cry, and given half the chance that's exactly what I'll do. Cry and sleep. I can't eat when it's hot, and I'm just generally really miserable. Also I sweat a LOT. So I'm not really very much fun to be around during a heat wave, and left to my own devices I would spend this week in the library or hiding in the cellar reading. Instead, I'm working, and while most of my clients have AC in their homes, which actually makes things better, my Mon.Thus.Sat. client is compounding my dislike of her personality by attempting to cook me to death in her house. Ugh. Naturally my work uniform is sweltering, too.
