The day started out ok, I had to be at work at 11:30 so I had a little time to goof off, which ended up making me a little late. Once I arrived, I was made aware of two things. The first was that it was supposed to be at work at 1045, and that there was a health inspector joining us today. It took my a second to realize, but I knew I had to be at work at that time, because I had posted it asking if someone else wanted to work it. I had been looking at my schedule for Thursday, which I have to be there no later than 11:25 to make up for today. Luckily, everyone wasn't too mad at me, so I worked the shift as normal.
Now, the health inspector wasn't really my problem, but it made the managers a bit on edge. I made sure to give them their space and not do anything that could cause them a point reduction on their inspection. After managing at a Burger King for a few years, I came to fear days like today, because everything that CAN go wrong, WILL.
Since no one wanted to work for me this morning, I decided last night that I would work tonight. (Wait...what?) After the "shit-storm" that was this morning happened, I reaaaaaaallly didn't feel like coming back and dealing with it tonight. But since I signed up for it, I made sure to ask the managers if they really needed me. I got the feeling that they knew I didn't want to work, so they said they didn't need me. I was soooo happy about it. I had a spur of the moment feeling where I actually wanted to go run/jog and get some exercise in, however during the very short drive I had between my work and my home, that feeling must have flown out the window. I managed to walk down to the bank and grocery store with my sister, but there was no real exercise involved. (There was pumpkin pie, though).
I came home and piddled on the internets for a bit, and talked a little with my roommate before he went to work. Since we came back from our trip, we've been using our spare bed/dorm mattress as an extra cushion on our couch. It has been the most comfortable thing ever, specially since I've done nothing but play video games on it. I defeated the game I was playing last night, so I figured it was time to put the mattress where it belongs, behind my bed.
While I was cleaning, I had to move my roommates electronics back to his room. We've been housing his parents cat while they are out of country, and there have been many failed attempts to integrate her with my cats (including a very violent encounter that destroyed my arm). One of the main reasons that I wanted to let her in the rest of the house is because my roommate is incapable of properly caring for her. I don't want to go into too much detail of the issues we have involving him, but the way his cat gets treated is something that I cannot stand, and have become very vocal about.
With his permission, I had offered to 'clean' his room while he was away so that his cat's mess was properly cleaned and so I could set her up with proper living conditions. We had to lock her back in her room after the huge fight I mentioned above and because she had began. . . using the countertop and space where we feed the cats as her. . . toilet. So, after cleaning up A LOT of cat urine and feces from multiple locations, I bought an office mat and small catbox for her to be set up with in his closet. That was in May.
We had talked to our roommate about how he needed to make sure to clean the area at least twice or three times a week, and how she should be fed on a similar schedule to the other cats (twice a day, small portions of food). This started to fail within the first few weeks. We've been trying to leave him alone and letting him take care of it on his own (not being nagging parents or anything), but we've been smelling this awful cat shit aura every time we go near his door (and don't get me started on how it smells when the door is open). Now, back where I started, when I went in to his room to put away his computer, I nearly choked from the smell (ok, it wasn't that bad). I looked over his cat's litter box and saw that it was literally overflowing with feces. You could tell that it has been like this for a long time, because the box was surround in poop. I lost it. I already had to clean my own litter box, but this could not be the way it is for any longer. (Not to mention, her food bowl was less than a foot away from the litter box, and overflowing with food).
So, I cleaned up the area. It barely took 15 minutes totally to do an all over clean up, and it wasn't difficult at all. Sure it smelled bad, but that's because there has been cat poop piling up for what looked like a month. I know I'm making a big deal out of this for what little effort it took, but that is kind of the point I'm making. There is NO reason that should ever happen, especially since my roommate does nothing but sit on his computer (and now phone, at the same time) all day. I have a lot of respect for the guy because he is really smart, but he cannot find his butt with both hands (my favorite phrase, ever). I can put up with a lot of things, and I'll try to stay out of others business (and fail), but this crosses the line. This is animal abuse, abuse from neglect, and this neglect is unintentional, and we have had many conversations about this with him.
So when he comes home from work, we get to have a lovely conversation (again) about being responsible.
So how does this relate to consistency, or in my case, inconsistency?
Because I when I try to not meddle, I end up going back and meddling. Because when I say I will work when I don't have to, I end up not wanting to work. Because when I want and need to get in shape and better my physical being, I don't feel like it when I have the time too. Because when I need to clean my house and intent to keep it clean, I play video games instead.
It's a miracle that I've kept up this blog for a full month. Woo. Go me. *sarcastic hand wave*
But at least there was some good to come of this. My living room is clean(er) and I finally cut all those green peppers that have been rotting on my counter (I should have don't that when I bought them two weeks ago). I finally, and after a lot of fighting, cut my editor's hair! (He still looks silly, though). Oh, and I cleaned up, re-organized, and refilled my fishtank!
Well, you know what they say, variety is the spice of life.
We would liek to kill ze fishes.
Also, this HUGE friggin spider was in the bathroom while I was cutting my editor's hair. I think it's sill in there, and now I'm too scared to go to the bathroom. Especially since I'm always barefoot.
Eeep.
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