I’ve Lost My Invisible Cat and Other FV Horror Stories by someone who seriously needs to find a more productive hobby.
I really did misplace the cat. Way back when the new Alice in Wonderland movie came out the Farmville people put a Cheshire Cat and a big hookah smoking caterpillar on a hot pink mushroom up for sale and I of course got both of them. The cat is blue and not exactly pretty so it’s no big deal when it disappears leaving only a little white crescent smile hanging in mid-air. I re-arranged my entire farm one night when my time would have been better spent sleeping and promptly forgot where I put the cat. I don’t know what made me suddenly obsess about locating the stupid thing. It’s in there somewhere. It’s not easy to pinpoint something that’s invisible.
So, it’s Canada Day once again! I’m sitting here listening to honking horns and sirens and shouting and cheering noises blowing through my window with the fresh summer breeze. I guess it’s coming from the Mall which is a mere two blocks from our house. And that’s about as close as I’m likely to get to the celebrations. By the time it’s dark I’ll have forgotten about the inevitable fireworks until the gunshot explosions shatter the darkness. Then I’ll watch them from my kitchen window. I’m such a party girl.
It’s a day off for us, but W. has opted to go open the car wash. Later he’ll come home and complain that it wasn’t at all busy. That is if he even makes it there. They’ll have streets closed all over the place. There’s also construction all along my driving to work route where they’re industriously (hahahaha….insert sarcastic eye rolling here) replacing crumbling sections of curbs. Mostly they are just putting up barriers and arrows for lane changes and digging holes and generally annoying people like me who forget to go a different way. I did actually discover a much more timely route which knocks off about five minutes of driving time, but there’s a merge on to a busy highway and then a lane change to the far left, two things I would normally try to avoid. It takes me to WM on a new street with an entrance to the parking lot at the back of the store. I also get to drive by the smokers on their break . There’s a little shack (because Gawd forbid they might ever have to smoke in the rain) and a picnic table about a meter from where the huge trucks lumber by to unload. Not exactly scenic. I also avoid ever eating lunch out there.
And speaking of driving, because I sort of was there for a minute, what’s the record for driving with your right signal light flashing and not ever making a right turn? Six blocks? Ten? The guy I was following last night was going for the gold. Then he suddenly turned his signal off altogether and zipped over two lanes and made a left at a light. He is one of the reasons why I could never drive for a living without doubling my blood pressure medication.
There are so many count-downs to things on Facebook these days. The ones for Eclipse and the end of the teachers’ school year thankfully are now over. One of my teacher friends had it calculated in hours, never mind sleeps. Now we’re on to waiting for vacations to begin. I notice nobody ever counts down the fun stuff. Like – 6 more days until our European holiday comes to an end! WOOT!!
One other random thing I feel compelled to mention for no particular reason. Margaret was asked to take over the publication of our store’s newsletter and agreed mostly because it meant we would get a lap top in the Vision Centre. One day as the deadline approached (its due out tomorrow) she announced to me that I would be in charge of doing the newsletter. This is what all good managers do – they take on extra work and then they delegate. Or perhaps she just suddenly remembered that she can’t spell or proofread or recognize grammatical errors. Not saying she isn’t smart, just challenged when it comes to putting things down on paper. Turns out the lap top is kept in the personnel office and we have to go and fetch it and take it back. The publishing program is one I’ve never worked with before this week. Our promised internet connection isn’t working and neither is the trouble shooting and we can’t spark anyone’s interest in helping us get that up and running. The store manager has ‘gone to the lake’. I’m not willing to do the work from home and off the clock like the girl who did the last issue ended up doing because she didn’t have the internet connection at work either. And the basket in the back of suggestions and newsletter input is empty. However, I rose to the challenge and got it done. Put in some policy blather, safety tips, sun awareness advice, contest winners, cartoons, random questions and quotes and a recipe for a Jamaican Jerk sauce for the barbecue fanatics out there. I wanted to suggest somewhere in large bold type that no one had the right to complain about the newsletter content until the damned basket at the back was full. But Margaret thought that might be construed as rude. So the next issue is due in two weeks. It will be interesting to see if I still have the job of putting it together. It got me out of seeing a few contact lens patients, so that’s a bonus.
I seem to still be in the newsletter zone, posting a ten topic blog. Almost feel like going back and arranging it into cute little columns with colored headers. Almost. But I don’t have time if I’m ever going to find that blue cat. Got to get back to the important stuff now.