Man, I would kill for a decent appetite right now. What kinda Thanksgiving is it gonna be, when food is so yucky to me?
I’m actually afraid I’m gonna make a fool out of myself at my friend’s house tomorrow, by, like, nibbling half a cracker.
Which is silly of me - I’m sure a warm kitchen full of good smells will snap me right outta this food aversion - but even the stupidest anxiety is still an appetite killer.
The lovely snow has been rained into mush, and it’s gray and foggy outside today. I need to do some adulting today, though. Pants and all.
Well, pants aren’t required to pay bills, so I’ll start there. I do loves me some heat and electricity.
A rat customer who lives a few blocks away needs a drop off - he wants a few females to start his own colony. So that will require pants, and I guess a sweatshirt or something.
When I started doing this, I wrestled with whether or not to sell breeding groups, since in a way, I’m cutting off my own future business.
But I’ve learned that people who buy breeding groups still come back to me for the odd feeder here & there, plus “a boy ‘n’ two girls” is hands down the single most popular sale I’ve done over the years.
Also, I genuinely love the little buggers. They’re not well known, so I feel like the Johnny Appleseed of African soft-furred rats. I left a trail of them in my wake back in DFW.
Irk gave us each a $25 grocery gift card, and rumor has it that I got a bunch more hours next week.
Plus, they let us have a “penny product” (freebie) this week, after killing that off several weeks ago. I know morale has been terrible since they started axing hours & the weekly freebie, and I think TPTB are losing staff (as well as customers) to the competition.
So “thank you” seemed inappropriate (thanks for letting me work full time again?) but I am genuinely grateful.
Life is good. There’s really no need for this stupid funk I’m in.