I’m so exhausted. Work has been chaotic this week, because the hour cuts have left us with a skeleton crew, at best. Last night there was four of us, the night before there was six. Of course, the last two nights have been truck nights, so I’ve been putting away up to ten skids of freight. Last night I got lucky, because Randy was with me and we managed to get it all done except one skid. Which… was a bonus, because if I’d been by myself I don’t think I would’ve gotten that far. I certainly overexerted myself, that’s for sure… my shoulders and forearms are burning from lifting, cutting and climbing on ladders, and I’m so dehydrated. Thank goodness I now have three days off, because another night of that and I’d just be dead to the world.

The good thing is that Aaron assured Randy and I that steps are being taken by management to make the changes necessary to get our crew functioning the way it’s supposed to be. Talking to Aaron… I got the feeling that they’re going to go over Jason’s head to do this and that they might even remove him as the night manager. It was kind of like… he said it without saying it. He said to not make any rash decisions, and to be patient because change was on the way. He also told me that the crew couldn’t survive without Randy and I, which… literally made me glow for the majority of the night.

Things at home have been kind of a downer. My poor little Elizabeth Bathory miscarried her kittens. I’ve been very upset about the loss… especially since I actually felt them kick inside of her belly. She has been very depressed since the incident as well, and I’ve been trying to comfort her and make sure she’s warm and cuddled. David was the one who ended up finding her with the kittens, and in a way… I’m glad it was him and not me, because I don’t think I could have handled that. He loves the cats, but to him, they’re just cats. To me, they’re my best friends.. my children, even. Those babies had all of my love from the moment I found out about them. Even if I never knew them, they were my friends. Once I can get my income tax, I’m going to take her up to the vet and get checked out and spayed. I don’t want her to ever have to go through that loss ever again. The other cats have been very supportive of her, keeping her company and whatnot. I was surprised at that, because Miss Bathory and the other cats don’t usually get along.

It’s so nice to have three days off… I should have the new layout up here later on (if I don’t fall asleep), and then I’m going to work on some of my projects. I’ve been trying to think of new things to add, but I’m coming up dry. Hopefully a little bit of relaxation time wets the muse.

My life is feeling a bit chaotic right at this moment, I’m unsure how to begin, LOL.

I passed my evaluations at work with flying colours. I was actually surprised, because I’m apparently doing much better than I thought. Jason told me that I was actually in the higher areas of the spectrum, and he appreciated me being on the team because I was one of the only employees who listened to directions, did what I was told and actually worked instead of socialized. He said that he noticed my absence when I wasn’t working, and that I was one of his “go-to gals.” My only demerit was that I’m too quiet. Which made me internally roll my eyes, because at almost every job that I’ve ever had, that’s always been a point of contention. I’m not worried about it, but it kind of burned me a bit. I’m a quiet person, and on my breaks I’d rather read then engage in loud, vulgar, useless conversations with my co-workers. I don’t see why that’s a problem. I’d rather just get my work done and go home than stand around, chat and accomplish nothing. Ah well. That little point aside, it was good for my ego to feel appreciated. I needed a good boost.

My cat Elizabeth Bathory is pregnant. Which… I’m confused as to when that occurred. The father is either the stray that keeps breaking into my house (he broke through the window – I’ve named him Nathan Explosion because that’s who he reminds me of), or my little baby boy Lucifer. Though… I’m hoping it’s Lucifer, because if it isn’t… Mr. Nathan Explosion will have fathered three litters of kittens in my neighbourhood that I know of, and I have a kitten from each of the previous litters. After the kittens are born, Kaylie is going to help me to pay for having Elizabeth Bathory, Lucifer and Pickles fixed. Pickles isn’t old enough yet, but by the time we get through the first two, he should be. I’ve been speaking to friends, and I have homes already for three of them. I don’t think that my girl is going to have many babies. I’m waiting patiently for them to arrive… I’m excited. And you know… I really can’t help but be excited. I love cats. However… I feel awful, because I should have taken better precautions to prevent this situation. It was something I should have taken care of a long time ago, and I’ve given myself a good mental flogging over it. I know the friends that I’ve spoken to will provide good homes for the kittens.

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of music that I used to be into when I was in early high school, just out of random boredom, and I must say that my favourite rediscovery is silverchair. I was a huge fan of these guys when I was younger, especially after Neon Ballroom came out. This is one of my favourite songs from that album:

I still even know all of the words.