kwhiteshark | May. 18th, 2006

It is to laugh.

They wanted me to go up to the store and buy them a couple packs of cigarettes before I went to work. I said no, and told them that one of them could go. It makes more sense in the scheme of things for them to buy the packs, instead of me buying the cigarettes and them writing me out a check for them.

Besides, I hadn't yet finished my breakfast (lunch for those who are not on a second shift schedule) or my instant coffee. I'd make a pot of chocolate silk coffee, but with all the crap they've got on the kitchen table, I'm not sure I could even get to the coffee pot. Times like this I wish I could just buy my own damn coffee pot, and keep it firmly ensconced on my desk. Besides, they drink decaf.

I still have to buy some stuff to clean out my car with. What I would really love to do is give the inside of my car a thorough scouring, including taking out the front seats one at a time and cleaning underneath. O_o If I do it that way, I might be able to find my mothers engagement ring, and I have to take out the passenger seat to get to it. My car is beginning to reek, but we aren't sure if it is from the dog that rampaged through my car, or from the dirty fucking water that we had to use to clean up a bit just so we could sit down in the car. I'm still not very happy about the attitude my dad had about even bringing us that much (which consisted of a bucket with cold dirty water, a couple of dirty rags, and a few clean itty bitty towels). He was a total prat about it. Which I don't get, cause I would have done more than that for him if our positions had been reversed. *grumbles*

I think I'm going to be calling to check on the dog again. Call me a softie, but I'm worried that they just put him to sleep without even trying to find his owner.....and that thought upsets me greatly. If I even so much as think about it, I want to cry.

{Edit: The dog is okay, and is still at animal control.}