I arose at around 07:30AM and heard my bio-units leave the house for their daily morning mass with the slamming of the garage door from downstairs. Then I went to use the toilet and later felt like I had to go back to bed and take a quick snooze before heading out the door to work.
I drifted in and out of consciousness; toss and turned from one side to the other and heard the water sprinkler turn on around 08:00AM. I got out of bed afterward and did my usual morning routine of opening up the wooden blinds to let the blessed sunlight filter into the acrylic windows.
The blue skies were nice and expected another nice day at work, which I did by walking around for fifteen minutes around 01:00PM after eating my cold roast beef sandwich for 4.50US notes and after hearing that stupid voicemail message left earlier this morning on my cellphone.
At 01:55PM, I received Maw’s phone call about BooBoo, the light cobalt blue and white parakeet, which had blue and swollen feet. Paw and I took her to the bird hospital where she is currently located tonight. I paid half the deposit with my credit card and we went home with the empty cage.
I proceeded to bring out Persimmon’s old black cage for the two females and placed that one next to the larger one, where the three boys are currently sleeping. The goal is to separate the males from the females so there will be no more love making activities that might wear down their little bodies, especially the females.
Dinner was eaten; dishes were done and we packed four spare ribs for Brat to eat. We stayed until 07:15PM at his house while Twit was socializing at night with people other than Brat and we took home a slice of his sausage pizza, which I ate at night as a snack.
Maw had both legs massaged to help reduce the sensation of ants crawling on the skin and I did her pedicure with the blade that scrapes off dried skin. This is a cleaner way of smoothing out the thickest skin on the human body. It’s like a miniature guillotine of all sorts.
She said her thanks and we retired for the night at 10:30PM. Once again, I read my articles online and learned that the peacekeepers are having a difficult time. Talking to stubborn people is like talking to rocks that would never budge or become more than hard-headed rocks.
That means there has to be a large enough hammer to make peace work by breaking their stubbornness. Flapping their lips as diplomacy won’t work on these stubborn folks and maybe hugging them tightly to squeeze some love into their being might be a better job at this point.
So far the night has dragged on smoothly as I wonder if I should call in sick tomorrow. There is no point in languishing at a place that has too much weirdness for me. Three collectors will be moving closer to their collection manager, my former boss. This means ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ will be closer to me, too but separated by my cubicle wall and an aisle.
This place is a joke, really. But the real weird joke is the numbers I received upon arising this morning. The numbers are five digits: 32454. I did query online and found it is located in Florida.
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