Life is Like a Lemon Drop: Ahh, another life update.

Blurry So I was hired at a Subway. And that particular store was very poorly managed. To the point where in front of customers, he would tell me to accept tips. When the customer was gone, he told me that his bosses are to be told that we didn't accept tips. Also, I was three feet away from the manager and a coworker and the coworker told the manager, "it's going to be so funny to watch her fail on Saturday. You know how busy it gets on Saturday." Oh really? You've been a sandwich artist for five years. I've been at school. Making something of myself. Learning. Bettering myself. I wanted to shank a bitch. But I didn't. I quit. And the manager told me, "this is fucking bullshit." Ok. That's appropriate.

But then I started at a pet store! And I love it! I am a bather. I bathe them, brush, perform sanitary trims, express anal glands (yes, ew... Very ew...) and trim nails. But I love it! Everyone in the salon is so socially awkward. Like me. Yes, we do have some awful customers. But we also have a ton of awesome ones. It's definitely a job for me. Not my permanent job, for sure. But one that is fantastic for the time being.

So maverick. Oh. Maverick. He's kind of an ass. He loves my mom, dad and I. But anyone else, eh. Nope. We have to very carefully supervise anyone else or else he tries to herd them. He's not a herding dog. He's a white, fluffy beast. But he's getting better. And with my new job, I get free once a week dog training for 6 weeks. He lets us know when he wants to go out. Plays with Ziggy all of the time. Even when I'm getting ready for work. Which often means mascara all over my face or a jacked up eyebrow. But I love them so much. Both of my Eskimo beasts have done so well with the nail grinder that I use for work.

Only thing I don't like about my job is that my nails have to be short and with the grinder for dog claws, it messes my thumb nail up. Hopefully when I get better I can have prettier nails!