'Cause the Rocky Mountain way
Is better than the way we had
I haven't run since the 24th and I'm all panicky about it. Last week I wasn't feeling well, this week I haven't had the time. Sis and I are leaving for Colorado tomorrow morning. We'll be back sometime Monday, and Tuesday I hope to be back out on the track.
Good news! I've got a lead on a good (but boring) job; it's in Portland and would be a bit of a drive for me, so I may end up moving back into my sister's house. The upside to that is, my sister works from home and would be there to keep an eye on Curly Joe and Tank while I'm gone all day. I don't know much about the job (got an inside tip from a friend) except that it involves phones and pays very well. I fucking hate talking on the phone, but I'm desperate enough to not give a shit as long as I'm getting a steady paycheck. Hopefully they'll have some nice benefits (medical) because my shit's all fucked up. The only downside to this job (that I can see) is paying out the arse at the gas station every week and not having time to work out as much as I'm used to.
Oh, well. I'll work out a new schedule, if I get the job, and still find time to run three days a week and get my dogs walked every day.
Speaking of dogs, I'm so excited!!!! Apparently, Curly Joe is about six months old but still small enough to tuck under your arm or hide in your jacket. This morning, Meathead was lounging in his doggy bed and Tank came over and started pawing his face. Meathead wasn't having any of it, though. Who can blame him? He had a rough week (barium series at the vet on Monday). Still, I felt bad for Tank, wanting to play so badly but not having an able-bodied dog to oblige him. Sis's friend said that Curly Joe wants to play with the other dogs, but he's really shy. Hopefully a week at our house will bring him out of his shell and he and Tank will be BFFs in no time.
So you won't be hearing from me until next week. Have a happy and safe Fourth of July. It's my least favorite holiday because it scares the shit out of the animals. Back before everyone went deaf, we had to sedate them on the 4th because they were so freaked out by the noise. Everybody except Tank, that is. That dog isn't afraid of anything. He hates water and car rides, sure, but he can deal with it.
Is better than the way we had
I haven't run since the 24th and I'm all panicky about it. Last week I wasn't feeling well, this week I haven't had the time. Sis and I are leaving for Colorado tomorrow morning. We'll be back sometime Monday, and Tuesday I hope to be back out on the track.
Good news! I've got a lead on a good (but boring) job; it's in Portland and would be a bit of a drive for me, so I may end up moving back into my sister's house. The upside to that is, my sister works from home and would be there to keep an eye on Curly Joe and Tank while I'm gone all day. I don't know much about the job (got an inside tip from a friend) except that it involves phones and pays very well. I fucking hate talking on the phone, but I'm desperate enough to not give a shit as long as I'm getting a steady paycheck. Hopefully they'll have some nice benefits (medical) because my shit's all fucked up. The only downside to this job (that I can see) is paying out the arse at the gas station every week and not having time to work out as much as I'm used to.
Oh, well. I'll work out a new schedule, if I get the job, and still find time to run three days a week and get my dogs walked every day.
Speaking of dogs, I'm so excited!!!! Apparently, Curly Joe is about six months old but still small enough to tuck under your arm or hide in your jacket. This morning, Meathead was lounging in his doggy bed and Tank came over and started pawing his face. Meathead wasn't having any of it, though. Who can blame him? He had a rough week (barium series at the vet on Monday). Still, I felt bad for Tank, wanting to play so badly but not having an able-bodied dog to oblige him. Sis's friend said that Curly Joe wants to play with the other dogs, but he's really shy. Hopefully a week at our house will bring him out of his shell and he and Tank will be BFFs in no time.
So you won't be hearing from me until next week. Have a happy and safe Fourth of July. It's my least favorite holiday because it scares the shit out of the animals. Back before everyone went deaf, we had to sedate them on the 4th because they were so freaked out by the noise. Everybody except Tank, that is. That dog isn't afraid of anything. He hates water and car rides, sure, but he can deal with it.
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Good luck getting a new gig. Hopefully you won't hate it. I have a job now that requires me to be on the phone all day. I'm really not a fan. I'd do something else if I could. Oh well. Happy 4th.
Thanks! I'd deliver phone books all day if it paid well. I can hate my job and save money while I'm looking for something better, you know?
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