Waah

When things go well, I love my job. When things go tragically awry, there's a certain nobility to the suffering and loss that is intrinsic to life. The true problems only arise when things just go yucky.

There's nothing noble or sophisticated about sticking your fingers inside parts of animals that are not normally entrances. There's no honor associated with the battle scars you get when an angry tomcat carves his name across your already unimpressive bosom on the one day you decide not to wear a turtleneck because it's nice out. And it's absolutely impossible to be dignified while doing anything that involves a ferret.

I want to be busy. I want to break even. I want a reminder that people are generally good, and I want to have fun. More than that, I want fun brought to me on a shiny tray with extra raspberries and whipped cream, and maybe a musical crescendo.

I brought a puppy back from the dead this weekend, and all I got was a slightly stale Hostess Sno-Ball. To be honest, I guess he was only mostly dead, but I still think that merits at least a higher quality of mass-produced 'baked' goods....