I feel like a massive moron right now. I was taking care of my neighbor's cat for the last ten days and the cat is fine. It survived. I didn't kill it. But I forgot to get his mail.
I don't remember anything discussed about getting his mail, but I've done this a number of times for him, so it's not like he needs to tell me each time. Somewhere around day 7 I realized I was probably supposed to get it and went to check. There was nothing in the mailbox so I thought maybe he'd gotten it held. When he got back yesterday I attempted to casually ask him, "So did you have your mail held?" Of course he didn't. I feel really bad. But I took good care of the cat, so that counts for something, right?
In other exciting news, I now own this. What is that? you ask. It's the card that says I'm a
Healthcare Provider who took the CPR course. Meaning, it assumes I will pass my EMT course and not be a sticky layperson like the rest of you slubs. It really doesn't get me anything, unless I get hired to do this instead of volunteering. Then they just want to see it, so it still doesn't get me anything. One more card in my
wallet.
I desperately need to take cans to the recycling place. That just looks pathetic, doesn't it? If I let it go any longer it will probably become sentient and try to take over the world. Cyberdyne and Skynet were framed. On the other hand, my neighbor (a different one. Not the one with the cat and no mail) has threatened to break in one day and start making pop can art out of it all. I'm curious and lazy enough, I might just wait for that happen. It would make a great conversation piece in my apartment.
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