Friday five
Feb. 28th, 2025 05:28 pm1. Would you rather have a fun job that doesn't pay well or a boring job that does? A fun job..my job doesn't pay super high, but I'm not doing it for the money (though it is nice lol). Except for counting change, I love pretty much everything I do. It's not worth getting paid a lot but being miserable at a place I hate
2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job? No. A customer wanted me to lie yesterday (he hid the person he was with's books and told me to tell him someone already bought them), but when he came to the register and was like "where are my books??" I looked at the other guy and said "you'll have to ask him!" Yeahh I'm a terrible liar and I just can't do that :P
3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume? Maybe if it's just for things like Halloween or something
4. What is your fantasy job? I really like working at the bookstore I'm at..it's fun, everyone supports each other and are so friendly..we're pretty much a family. Plus you never know what book will come in next, and I love that! It's like Christmas every day haha
5. Would you like fries with that? Sureee haha
I had a big scare with Abby this week..she was sneezing, hardly eating anything (when I tried giving her a Greenie, she'd try to chew it and spit it out), barely moving from the bed (and walking slowly and shakily when she did move), and just had this miserable look in her eyes..I could tell she wasn't feeling well at all. She had become super bony too. I was hoping she'd get better on her own, but I knew I had to call the vet when she wasn't getting better. I can't watch slow suffering like that, it's awful. I was very upset last night, shedding some tears and gently petting Abby. I thought for sure that this was the end, and that today I'd have to put her to sleep. I took off work and got an appointment at the vet. Both my parents came over to love on Abby, in case it was her last few hours alive. After I called Vicki, I put my head on Abby's and cried. I took her to the vet, and she lost her mind when she saw the clinic's cat, Glitter (who is super friendly and loving). She was growling and hissing all over the place. The vet said they'd do bloodwork, but the technician was at another clinic and she'd be in in an hour, and I think the bloodwork takes 45 minutes, so we left Abby there and went home, going crazy with anxiety. A couple hours later, the vet called and said Abby has hyperthyroidism (she had lost two pounds, which was probably from that. She said surgery can remove the benign tumor that's there, but Abby's far too old) and now stage 3 kidney failure. She gave Abby subcutaneous fluids and a couple meds (one to stimulate her appetite and I think the other one was anti-nausea meds). She got a dropper thing with food and squirted it in Abby's mouth, then gave her a bowl of food, which she devoured. She said that had Abby still not wanted to eat, then we probably would have had to put her to sleep. She ate right before we left too, yay! We all thought this was going to be a far different outcome, and we were all relieved. She ate when she got back home too, yay! No one is sure how long she has left, but hopefully the meds and special food will help her be comfortable. She seemed somewhat better when she got back home, less haunted looking, and is taking a well-deserved nap. I will cherish every day I still have with her, she's an amazing kitty. <3 I'm absolutely drained and had to take a Clonazepam so I'd stop freaking out lol. I'm so glad I get more time with her. I'm working tomorrow since I took today off, and since Vicki's sick. Saturday is usually pretty busy, so the day usually goes by fast lol
A couple days ago was my 7-year anniversary of going to Cherry's grave, which Facebook reminded me of (I knew it was coming up though, of course), so I reposted it and said "That was 7 years ago?!? Where does the time go? Definitely one of the best days of my life, I felt butterflies all the way to my toes when I saw the first sign for Wheathampstead. ❤" The next morning, I got this message from Cherry's uncle, Hugh: "Hi Heather, your "That was 7 years ago" post really touched me. It is lovely that getting close to Cherry meant so much to you. I know you are based a long way from here, but if and when you next find yourself in eastern England, do get in touch. I would love to show you what I have of Cherry's library and watercolours - we also live very close to Oates's village and would happily take you there"
OMG NO WAY?!?? Oh my goodness, that is SO nice of him, and glad he's not creeped out by my admiration of Cherry lol. I'm sure Hugh is in his 70s or 80s, so I'd have to see him sooner rather than later. That would be amazing, sitting together over tea or whatever, talking about Cherry, looking at his collection..wow. I'd like to ask him if there's any recording of his voice, I've been dying to hear it all these years. That was definitely a nice thing to wake up to <3
( feb 22-28 )
2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job? No. A customer wanted me to lie yesterday (he hid the person he was with's books and told me to tell him someone already bought them), but when he came to the register and was like "where are my books??" I looked at the other guy and said "you'll have to ask him!" Yeahh I'm a terrible liar and I just can't do that :P
3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume? Maybe if it's just for things like Halloween or something
4. What is your fantasy job? I really like working at the bookstore I'm at..it's fun, everyone supports each other and are so friendly..we're pretty much a family. Plus you never know what book will come in next, and I love that! It's like Christmas every day haha
5. Would you like fries with that? Sureee haha
I had a big scare with Abby this week..she was sneezing, hardly eating anything (when I tried giving her a Greenie, she'd try to chew it and spit it out), barely moving from the bed (and walking slowly and shakily when she did move), and just had this miserable look in her eyes..I could tell she wasn't feeling well at all. She had become super bony too. I was hoping she'd get better on her own, but I knew I had to call the vet when she wasn't getting better. I can't watch slow suffering like that, it's awful. I was very upset last night, shedding some tears and gently petting Abby. I thought for sure that this was the end, and that today I'd have to put her to sleep. I took off work and got an appointment at the vet. Both my parents came over to love on Abby, in case it was her last few hours alive. After I called Vicki, I put my head on Abby's and cried. I took her to the vet, and she lost her mind when she saw the clinic's cat, Glitter (who is super friendly and loving). She was growling and hissing all over the place. The vet said they'd do bloodwork, but the technician was at another clinic and she'd be in in an hour, and I think the bloodwork takes 45 minutes, so we left Abby there and went home, going crazy with anxiety. A couple hours later, the vet called and said Abby has hyperthyroidism (she had lost two pounds, which was probably from that. She said surgery can remove the benign tumor that's there, but Abby's far too old) and now stage 3 kidney failure. She gave Abby subcutaneous fluids and a couple meds (one to stimulate her appetite and I think the other one was anti-nausea meds). She got a dropper thing with food and squirted it in Abby's mouth, then gave her a bowl of food, which she devoured. She said that had Abby still not wanted to eat, then we probably would have had to put her to sleep. She ate right before we left too, yay! We all thought this was going to be a far different outcome, and we were all relieved. She ate when she got back home too, yay! No one is sure how long she has left, but hopefully the meds and special food will help her be comfortable. She seemed somewhat better when she got back home, less haunted looking, and is taking a well-deserved nap. I will cherish every day I still have with her, she's an amazing kitty. <3 I'm absolutely drained and had to take a Clonazepam so I'd stop freaking out lol. I'm so glad I get more time with her. I'm working tomorrow since I took today off, and since Vicki's sick. Saturday is usually pretty busy, so the day usually goes by fast lol
A couple days ago was my 7-year anniversary of going to Cherry's grave, which Facebook reminded me of (I knew it was coming up though, of course), so I reposted it and said "That was 7 years ago?!? Where does the time go? Definitely one of the best days of my life, I felt butterflies all the way to my toes when I saw the first sign for Wheathampstead. ❤" The next morning, I got this message from Cherry's uncle, Hugh: "Hi Heather, your "That was 7 years ago" post really touched me. It is lovely that getting close to Cherry meant so much to you. I know you are based a long way from here, but if and when you next find yourself in eastern England, do get in touch. I would love to show you what I have of Cherry's library and watercolours - we also live very close to Oates's village and would happily take you there"
OMG NO WAY?!?? Oh my goodness, that is SO nice of him, and glad he's not creeped out by my admiration of Cherry lol. I'm sure Hugh is in his 70s or 80s, so I'd have to see him sooner rather than later. That would be amazing, sitting together over tea or whatever, talking about Cherry, looking at his collection..wow. I'd like to ask him if there's any recording of his voice, I've been dying to hear it all these years. That was definitely a nice thing to wake up to <3
( feb 22-28 )