But at least we know the poison is working on the mice, 'cause they're starting to smell. So, I may have to work at full day on Saturday, but I probably won't see a mouse. Score!
I'm not even that upset. I'm totally annoyed, and was delivering hateful glares to the boss when the subject was broached this morning, though. But I guess I'm resigning myself to the fact that this is my life. For now. It probably won't be that bad, what with my coworkers being there, too. And the weather is supposed to be shitty. The thing that makes me stabby is missing Saturday morning yoga. I missed last Wednesday night because of work and missed last night because I was getting drunk before the Elbow show.
Working late tomorrow night is not an option. I will be seriously pissed if I have to miss The Slats show. I am fairly certain the last show I saw was the Halloween show when me, Mrs. Dirk and a friend who is kind of becoming not a friend anymore dressed up as The Slat for Halloween. It was a rockin' costume. But that was like, a million years ago. (You should really come out to see some local rawk at the Hexagon Bar. You know you want to.)
It does help that I've been getting some perspective over the last couple of weeks. My cousin's wife had their baby on Friday. She wasn't due until early July. Their little girl died early this morning. And Fredder has been getting steadily worse. Hospice has been to the house. It's only a matter of time now. I'm getting worried about being able to get the time off for his wake and funeral, because it's getting to that point.
Alrighty, then. I'll be publishing now, so as to end this Debby Downer bullshit.