End of the Day... TGIS lol

Thank God it's Saturday, really! I couldn't be happier it's Saturday right now,
because I have tomorrow off... and I found out two very good pieces of news
schedule-wise today too, so I'm happy with my schedule. I am tired mentally with
all the stuff that's gone on this week, and I relly needed this reprieve. My
brain needs some time to recouperate, more than even my body does. Though I got
home and kicked back on the bed and watched some tv, next thing I know I'm just
waking up, with Nimbus on my arm and Curzon right behind me. I remember petting
Nimbus, but I don't remember much past tat. Obviously I was sleepy, as I was
covered up, and I woke up just like I like waking up - nice and warm, a little
sweaty, but not sweating to the point clothes are wet. I sat up for a little
while to wake up then plucked up Curzon and gave him some chest scritchies
(which he only allows me to do apparently), which he thoroughly enjoyed,
stretching his arms all the way up reaching for my head, not to smack it, but to
hug it (not a single claw came out, long as they are - ain't he such a good
boy). We were invited upstairs for dinner which was quite tasty. Meatloaf with
mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes and cream corn. She had the brilliant idea of
coating the top with bacon strips to keep the moisture in. I hate bacon but it
didn't affect the taste of the meatloaf, I just passed theh bacon off to Mr. Cat
lol.
Back to work...
Work itself was ok today, though people were angering me. Well, angering is a
strong word, but with all the bull**** going on there lately, it's not too hard
to annoy me. I bit my tongue but it was hard, whether it was people ransacking
what I'd just fixed and stocked, the ****ing illegals that won't learn a lick of
English to save their lives, or night crew not bothering to even take out the
trash cans on the sub-station of station 1. So it was a rough day mentally but
physically I guess it wasn't too bad.
You know I was thinking this evening that if my Mom was alive she'd ask me to
quit my job because of the way they're treating me. But right now I just don't
want to do that, for many reasons. I'll call the other place tomorrow and see
what I can do there. If I can get that secured, then I might put in my notice. I
hate to be hopping from job to job but I will not let ANY employer put me in
pain then not be willing to admit that it's something that's their fault. I
barely wore gloves today and my hands are still quite dry (and my hands are very
good about moisturizing themselves, even the most oil-sapping dish soaps only
affect my hands for a couple hours before they're back to normal). So this pain
isn't all just dry cracking hands. And even IF they were I'd see the cracks. I
don't... I just get red as a tomato and spots down the fingers - which
disappears shortly after the powder is off of my hands. Tomorrow I'm going to
rub some first aid cream into my hands to help heal them up.
So anyways, off I go for now. TTYL.