Now that the poopheads have once again been booted (for now, lol), eez time for me journalin'.
Cuz see, I know, I KNOW, that very few of ya'll give a flying shizzbucket about all this dog stuff and my, like, life, but for me, this is a journal (Word annoys me, and no one but me sees it, see? 
) and so, away we goooooooooooooooooo.
Today was the busiest, most tiring day so far, in my short time at the kennel. It was basically constant people (at least I only had two pile-ups of people having to wait), and EVERYone who came in had to tell a life story.
Also, five new clients, necessitating paperwork and data entry on the fly and MORE life stories, and also "can I see where he/she will be?" up the proverbial wazoo.
This one lady? I thought she would NEVER leave.
Granted, her puppy was CUTE! Black Chow puppy, only 5 months old (and more of the prejudical wall against Chows falls down).
I kept having to run up to bldg 2, see, and every damn EVERY DAMN time I came back down someone was waiting.
So I enter, and there's this little black floof-ball. She intro's him and I didn't hear her, and I say, OH! He looks JUST like a teddy bear, what's his name?
Ya, wait for it...(not EVEN necessary)
Teddy.
Heh.
I called upon patience beyond my normal ken because she was a redhead, as was her little girl 
She had to tell me EVERYthing about him and asked 20 billion (or so) questions and had to come up to 2 to see where he'd be, and blah blah blah, cute dog
Lots of cute dogs, and my Lennox left today (he's just my buddy, I love that Lab) and with the new people and the THREE people that showed up two days earlier than they were scheduled and the TWO people who "stopped by to see if there was room" and it was just, wow.
Got behind on the phone (again, still, always) and didn't get to take a break til 6:45 (closing time is 7 p.m.)
I had to pee like a racehorse from about 3:30 til 6 p.m. There just was NOT time to visit la toilette.
Seriously, the afternoon was only sweating, running around, calves and BUTT aching, wore-out, moving non-stop, a blur of blurriness, and did I mention sweating? Thought I was gwan DIE, til I found a Vitamin Water in the fridge, that saved me.
Chug-a-freakin'-LUG 
As previously mentioned, I have given up the dream of a decent hair look, on this job. The heat, the humidity, the sweating (yeah, I sweat, deal) makes my hair frizzoid and nine times outta ten my bangs are just wet.
Sweat. Funny word 
So anyway, then I wasted time bringing dogs in in bldg 2 cuz I thought Mike the new kennel tech had forgotten. I couldn't get Darcy (HUGE black lab, kind of an ass) in, nor Teddy the Bear, who thought we were playing a REALLY fun game.
I go down and tell Roz, who's still in one, finishing up, and find out SHE was the one who was supposed to bring the dogs in.
Oh well.
So I was late starting the financial then I tried to write down the messages I'd missed, and round-about 7:42 I said to myself I said "fu.ck it" and got ready to leave.
Oh but yes, guess what else?
I totally broke the cash drawer. I closed it like I always do and it crashed down to the shelf below it.
It's kinda nailed up and the nails pulled free from the top of the thingie (you know, that one thing? ) and ohh well.
Forgot to leave Lisa a note and Roz couldn't hear me knocking (I still don't have keys and had locked the door behind me) so I left a garbled message on my drive home.
While trying to find the number I almost hit a deer crossing the road.
That's a total exaggeration, the deer was at least 50 feet in front of my car when I looked up and saw it.
But still. Don't dial and drive, children
Tooooo tired, off to bed, tomorrow's gonna kick my ass harder, I'll wager (if previous Fridays are any indication).
Bye!
