Retirement

I quit my job. And I couldn't be more happy!

It is such a relief and huge weight off my shoulders to be out of that extremely toxic environment.  Some already know all the circumstances, so I actually won't regurgitate them all.  Just think of the feeling that you can't do anything right and you by God better not do anything wrong from management, blatent pettiness, inappropriate recording of conversations, and people not talking to you for no reason. And that's not even half of it.

SO!  I'm thoroughly enjoying my "retirement" as a friend put it, haha!  Not working is pretty nice, not gonna lie.

I'm not doing nothing though, as some believe.  I'm in school for a dental program and am liking it.  I'm taking up new hobbies like crafting.  I'm focusing on areas to improve in my life.  I've watched more Facebook videos of talented people than I could have imagined.  I've got a sometimes unruly puppy to take care of as well as a husband, who passes through, to care for, too.  I'm recovering from surgery.  Calling to catch up with people.  Journaling and reading.  So, yeah, I'm keeping busy.

Of course, since I have a little bit more free time then I did, I'm trying to put that to good use.  Obviously through the list above but I've also had to take up the task of going to the grocery store for no other reason than to try and miraculously find products, like toilet paper, disinfectants, and bleach. 

That's right! My time in my house is actually beneficial to keep the Coronavirus at bay and my free time is partially used trying to find things to combat it or at least keep up on things we've run out of at home.  Consequently, I've avoided all the ruckus of being screened and having things be canceled or messed up at work due to the virus epidemic.  I can't say I'm sad about missing that.  Although, I still have to go through the roller coaster ride with my husband with what is his work schedule so I didn't completely get out of the craziness altogether.  Boo.

I do love to travel and that seems to be extremely postponed, so I'll just sit and wait.  I usually do like to get away when I'm not working and when winter will never end.  I actually don't believe in all the big hype about this virus and think it is overblown.  However, I guess I err on the side of caution as advised by staying home a lot, not going out in the masses, not traveling, etc.  Maybe it's more that I'm afraid I'll get stuck being quarantined if I do go somewhere, ha! 

I'm afraid it's only going to get worse before it gets better.  I wish I had a reliable news source for this...  Nonetheless, if God can get me through such a terrible job then He can get me through this virus pandemic.

I'm on the search tomorrow for bleach! Wish me luck.

Poop Alert

My little buddy has been stressed because my husband and I went on a trip and had to kennel him.  We got back to some very loose stools, haha!

Unfortunately, I'm the one left to deal with it.  I thought things were getting better after I gave him some fiber ...and then they weren't.

I woke up this morning to the smell of poop coming through the vents.  I assure you, it was disgusting.  The smell was even worse as I was cleaning it up.

There was another time that there was an explosion of extremely stinky brown stuff.  Thank goodness there was no video recording of me that was saved and sent into America's funniest home videos!  Although, I may have won because my facial expressions and everything I did would have been hysterical to everyone, I believe.  Imagine someone in their front yard with a mat covered in poop and a kennel also covered trying not to vomit but definitely making the faces of gagging while also trying to wave fresh air in the house and under her own nose.  I can laugh now but, boy, that was bad.

I get it all cleaned up and then basically load him up again because I had to feed him.  I had hope because he had been asking to be let out to do his business, so I thought I might be in the clear.  Then he was asking to be let out frantically and, before I could even get off the couch, there was stinky, brown liquid coming onto the carpet by the door out of a uh-oh-don't-look-faced doggie.

I'm not mad at him; he tried.  I just wish he wouldn't do it but, of course, I know he can't help it.  So, I just feel bad for him because he clearly is not feeling 100% well.

Neither am I.  No, I don't have the runs like him.  Haha!  I just started crying.  He wasn't too far away from me but he saw and heard me and whined.  He could definitely tell I was needing some comfort and not doing well. 

He's been going a mile a minute since about 6 o'clock this morning but he's being calm and staying by my side now, when I need him.  Though some days prove frustrating because he is still learning, I am very grateful to have a little buddy.