Doin' you and your brains cells much damage

Hey team. Guess what? I haven't smoked a cigarette in about 36 hours. And I have a break from school until Wednesday. WHICH MEANS I'll probably smoke a couple of cigarettes tonight (it was unintentional).

I love irritating, bitchy secretaries. I understand that a certain amount of knowledge is required to do this job, as I have done it myself for quite some time, but once you learn this low, base form of knowledge, there is absolutely no reason to mount a high horse. I also understand that the longer you work a job the more embittered you become for it and (moreso) its customers. But come on, if you have a specific, ridiculous protocol for the way you do something, even if it is for the purpose of facilitation--indeed, ESPECIALLY-- do not get pissed at me for not knowing the protocol straight-out.

I'm saying this because I just paid rent for last and this month. In the little "for" section, where most people just say "oh, write whatever you want there," she wanted me to write my address etc. Not a horrible request, so I take my checks back and write the address in the space. Like this: "4416 Walnut Apt. B." And once I finish and hand them to her, she says "You're writing too much. You don't need to write Walnut and you don't need to write B. Just put 4416 dash B." When I type this, it seems pretty reasonable. IT WASN'T. She was straight bitchin' at me. And you know the worst part? She inspired absolutely no confidence in me that the landlord will know why I'm paying two months rent, instead of just one. Our rent's not due until the 15th.

Something a bit happier. You remember how Ladybird was pissing on my bed and shitting all over the floor and generally just making a huge mess, being a bad kitty? I tried everything from vinegar to treats to get her to stop being that way, but nothing at all worked. Eventually I just had to lock her up in the bathroom (this was... three days ago?) with her bed and food, and watch where she would pitch her loaves. Then I laid down newspaper, put a litter box next to that spot full of newspaper, and then ANOTHER box next to the previous one full of litter. She would shit and piss on the floor, once time pissing in the newspaper box, but she wasn't using multiple places. So today, I'm trying to take the next step: let her roam through the house, hoping that she'll go back to the bathroom when she needs to go. What do you think? Good idea?

I need to look up recipes for baked ziti. That's what I'm goin' for tonight.