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Tomorrow is my first day of work at the new job. I'm still holding feelings of strangeness about this, but I'm going to attempt to see how it goes. If this place sucks, then I'm going to be on the phone to my recruiter so fast people's heads will spin. I will not tolerate another work environment like the one I left in May. WILL NOT. I don't care how much they pay me. I'm sick of being unhappy in my workplace.
On the way to the bookstore this evening, I saw a cat on the side of the road. Or at least I thought I did (I'll get to that bit in a minute). It was tiger striped, much like my poor lost Hecubus looked, and was lying on the shoulder of the road. But, not dead looking. Or even hurt looking, from my brief glimpse. It had its head up, in that cat-loungey fashion. But, what the hell would a cat be doing lounging on the side of a very busy road in extremely cold weather?
My hands trembled on the steering wheel and thoughts began to race through my mind. What if it was hurt? After a bit of wembling (while still driving), I turned the car around and headed back, mentally berating myself the entire time. What the fuck would I have done, if it was hurt?
Driving back, I realised I didn't turn around at the right point. So, I had to turn around again and drive a bit farther down before doubling back the way I had came. Driving slow, so slow, with my hazard lights on. Peering at the shoulder of the road with intense concentration.
Nothing.
No cat.
Was it even there, in the first place? I'm beginning to think that it wasn't. Mostly because of the casual way it seemed to be lying down. It looked just like any of my cats would, if they were lying on the floor or the couch or the big overstuffed chair.
My head is spinning, still. And I have to attempt to be in bed by midnight, as I'm getting up fuckall early in the morning. gah.
On the way to the bookstore this evening, I saw a cat on the side of the road. Or at least I thought I did (I'll get to that bit in a minute). It was tiger striped, much like my poor lost Hecubus looked, and was lying on the shoulder of the road. But, not dead looking. Or even hurt looking, from my brief glimpse. It had its head up, in that cat-loungey fashion. But, what the hell would a cat be doing lounging on the side of a very busy road in extremely cold weather?
My hands trembled on the steering wheel and thoughts began to race through my mind. What if it was hurt? After a bit of wembling (while still driving), I turned the car around and headed back, mentally berating myself the entire time. What the fuck would I have done, if it was hurt?
Driving back, I realised I didn't turn around at the right point. So, I had to turn around again and drive a bit farther down before doubling back the way I had came. Driving slow, so slow, with my hazard lights on. Peering at the shoulder of the road with intense concentration.
Nothing.
No cat.
Was it even there, in the first place? I'm beginning to think that it wasn't. Mostly because of the casual way it seemed to be lying down. It looked just like any of my cats would, if they were lying on the floor or the couch or the big overstuffed chair.
My head is spinning, still. And I have to attempt to be in bed by midnight, as I'm getting up fuckall early in the morning. gah.
