But on a more serious note - the knots in my shoulders from working at Charley's have gotten so bad and so big that they are messing with the nerves to my hands. My right hand seems to be affected most - if I pick something heavy up or use it with pressure aka writing I get a tingly sharp numb feeling in it. but its actually gotten worse; this morning just holding the fork at breakfast, my hand was going numb. Then as I walked to work I was on my cell with my little sister and just holding the phone to my ear my hand was going numb. BUT what is even better is that my left hand is showing signs as well. I have woken up in the middle of the night with my hand painfully numb from just laying on my side, doesn't matter which side. I need to get a message and see a chiropractor.
THEN at work a certain Chief Helms is coming...I don't know who he is but apparently he's big stuff because the whole food court is in an up roar. This just makes me roll my eyes. I really don't give a rats ass about all this bull shit. One of these days I'm gonna take a piece of ham with my bare hand and shove it into my mouth in front of cameras AND the managers I hate and say "You've got a HUGE stick up your ass!! You treat your best employees like shit and you run this place like Nazis. And to you and yours I say PISS OFF!"
Then today my sister Trayci and I took our pets, her cat Gulliver and my dog Biggles to The Lieds Animal Control Center and paid a total of $20.00 to have them put to sleep. I cried almost from the moment I got in the house to the moment I got back. I made a frame from clay and put his paw prints in it. Then mom held him as I clipped his nails, he was pretty good for the whole ordeal, at which point I began to cry. Then I gave him a bath and dried him off. He was running around all happy and I began to cry again. Then when I pulled out the leash he got all excited, I felt HORRIBLE! I walked him about 2 houses down and across and back while I waited for Trayci to come out with Gulliver. I opened the back door and he hopped in and then I put Gulliver next to him on the seat. And he STAYED there! The WHOLE way! He has NEVER done that. EVER! He was always from window to window to front to back to window to window and back again. But he was such a good dog. I cried some more. I don't know what to do with his brush or his bedding or the leashes ... I put his collar on the frame along with a tag that I made. I wish I knew where his original tag was... They said that he most likely had cancer because of the lump on his chest and the lumps on his muzzle. And he was going blind and deaf and I'm pretty sure he had arthritis and he stank so bad. I don't even know how old he was. We got him as a stray in 1997. 13 years. I miss him already. I don't know if I ever want to get a pet again.