Volpone
Zombie Hunter
This post brought to you because I've forgotten how to have a normal life--if I ever knew. For 10 years the dog and cat made it very hard for me to get out to socialize. For that matter, the dog made it hard for me to have some great jobs that I was qualified for because it was basically impossible for me to travel or work long hours. So I was fortunate and had the vision to fashion an alternative life that allowed me to live on a part time income.
Now the cat and dog are gone and I'm working for my friend 10-6 M-F. It's work-from-home, so still not totally normal (hence the time zone shift on the hours). At first my excuse for not getting out was 'rona restrictions on socializing. Now I have the excuse of an unforeseen expense just as I was rebuilding my "rainy day" fund. If I weren't doing this job I'd be working a lot harder/longer hours, getting this house renovated and lining up my next rental property. But as it is, it's easy to say "I can't go do X tonight because I've got to work tomorrow so I need to get to bed." So I sit here in my jammies, not yet 9pm, contemplating just going to bed. It's a beautiful day and now that I no longer have an old dog with a bad leg who can't run anymore, I probably should go for a run. But then again, I probably should've done that at 8pm instead of taking a shower and mixing a cocktail.
On one level, I'm ready for another dog--even have one I've been keeping an eye on (online) at a nearby shelter. But I remember how hard it was to date when I had my dog and for whatever reason I've decided I want a dog that is about as crazy and demanding as the old one, so I've promised myself I'd try dating before getting another dog. Also, since I'm keeping my part time night job while I'm working for my friend, I don't want to add a dog that needs 2-3 hours of attention 7 days a week. The consulting gig will wrap up September, at the latest, so I just need to hang on and learn how to interact with humans again (even though 57%+ of "normal" humans fill me with horror and loathing.
Now the cat and dog are gone and I'm working for my friend 10-6 M-F. It's work-from-home, so still not totally normal (hence the time zone shift on the hours). At first my excuse for not getting out was 'rona restrictions on socializing. Now I have the excuse of an unforeseen expense just as I was rebuilding my "rainy day" fund. If I weren't doing this job I'd be working a lot harder/longer hours, getting this house renovated and lining up my next rental property. But as it is, it's easy to say "I can't go do X tonight because I've got to work tomorrow so I need to get to bed." So I sit here in my jammies, not yet 9pm, contemplating just going to bed. It's a beautiful day and now that I no longer have an old dog with a bad leg who can't run anymore, I probably should go for a run. But then again, I probably should've done that at 8pm instead of taking a shower and mixing a cocktail.
On one level, I'm ready for another dog--even have one I've been keeping an eye on (online) at a nearby shelter. But I remember how hard it was to date when I had my dog and for whatever reason I've decided I want a dog that is about as crazy and demanding as the old one, so I've promised myself I'd try dating before getting another dog. Also, since I'm keeping my part time night job while I'm working for my friend, I don't want to add a dog that needs 2-3 hours of attention 7 days a week. The consulting gig will wrap up September, at the latest, so I just need to hang on and learn how to interact with humans again (even though 57%+ of "normal" humans fill me with horror and loathing.