Felines

Last night I hit my breaks HARD for a skunk crossing the road. I believe I did the community a favor since dead skunks do emit an odor and it would have been my fault.  It was a very close encounter and I very well may have been rear-ended had someone been following me at the speed I was going (ahem, a little over the limit).

I also officially do not have a sleep disorder, which means I'm just tired all the time for no good reason and naps, sleepiness, and fatigue will rule the rest of my life.

I kind of lost interest in everything the doctor was saying to me after I figured out there was nothing she could actually do for me.

I have been given space on a whiteboard at work to do with as I please. I asked for it so all of us could write silly or informative stuff, or messages or whatever.

Prior to my request, full sheets of printer paper had been posted to this board. "We don't want to damage the walls by taping everything up." Oh. But isn't it a little silly to get a whiteboard and not use it for its intended function?  There are even markers and an eraser on the ledge!

So, now I post fun and encouraging song lyrics up from obscure bands nobody else knows. 

It hurts when somebody else erases them after too short a time period, though. Once it ruined my day. The perpetrator admitted because I complained to her, thinking she wasn't the one who did it.

Of course, I feel my lyrics are a quirky and positive contribution to the wax center's culture and when they are rapidly removed, I worry that they are secretly despised by all of my coworkers, which makes me question my validity as a person. That's why it ruined my day.

She just needed to make space for more papers. Told me I should make my quotes shorter.

I requested that, should my additions to workplace culture become annoying or offensive, she should tell me. Her response, "Okay.  I don't have any comments yet."

Thanks. Not "Oh, don't worry, we all like them!"

Whatever. I got over it in a day and I'm not giving up. My favorite part about this endeavor is that I'm not putting up stupid "inspirational" quotes from historical figures and other important people or people who think they know enough to be inspiring. I'm putting up abstract and thoughtful words that can be gateways into hipsterism (and maybe understanding me better, too).

Another note.

I used to experience a great deal of anger toward my two cats when they would yell at me at feeding time.

The situation: I feed my cats three times a day, and at least an hour before each feeding, they begin to become very present and vocal. They touch me, they meow loudly and hoarsely, and they stare wide-eyed at me.

You might think they become silent when the spoon and the can come out, but no. The noise gets louder.

This is where the anger would kick in. "You ungrateful felines! Hold your pants on! I'm feeding you right now and you will get your food when you get it!" I thought they were telling me to hurry up.

One day not too long ago, the voice of God Himself came to me and set me straight. He said, "Danielle, your cats are not unhappy with you; rather, they are singing your praises and thanking you for feeding them!"

And after that day, I feel glorified as I dole out their food and the cats shout praises to my name.