Friday, September 07, 2007

Giddy

Okay, I'm giddy.. so I need to type. Why? So I don't drive Master absolutely bonkers when He gets home. When I'm giddy, I babble. A lot. To the point where I expect that Master is about 3 seconds away from yelling, "For the love of all that is kinky woman shut up!"

I'm giddy because of the new job. I know it sounds dumb.. to get so excited over a job at a pet store... but I have honestly always wanted to work at a pet store. For as long as I can remember. It's just that before now, whenever I was applying at one, they weren't hiring. Fuckers. But, I hope to make a career out of this new job. Work my way up through the corporation. Cashier to assistant manager, to shift manager, to store manager, etc and so on. I really do. I want to climb the corporate ladder and go, "Look! I made it!" I want to retire from Pet Smart one day. And if that sounds like a sad, sorry goal.... go fuck yourself, cause it'll make me happy.

"What do you want to do with your life?" ... "I want to help animals in anyway I can!"

I at one time thought of being a vet. But I can't put animals down. I know that. And some people? Well they want to put an animal to sleep simply because they don't want the pet anymore. Sick, twisted, people in my opinion. And I'd be brought up on murder charges if I was a vet and had one of those people come into my office. So "X" that idea.

Yes, I could volunteer at the humane society too, but the closest one to me is Downtown Milwaukee, and I have a very hard time driving down there with out getting a panic attack. Maybe I still will, once I get more financially stable. Damn gas prices.

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