Is it Saturday, yet?

My God, I so did not want to wake up this morning!

My alarm never went off--it was set, the button pulled out and the clock fully wound--no idea what's up with that. But, no worries. A leg cramp woke me at twenty to six, anyhow.

So, I'm off to wade through that crappy script again today. I'm trying to sound enthusiastic and thrilled, and manage to dodge around some of the more tedious stuff---it's when I don't stick entirely to script, that I seem to make sales. We're trying to re-sell hunting club memberships to people who've cancelled them...interesting. They say they're going to re-write the script--maybe. I hope so. I don't want to get in trouble for ab-libbing too much. I never was all that brillant with improv, ha-ha.

There's this one guy...ignores the script altogether..and lies through his teeth...he never hunted in his life, he says...then launches into long stories with guys on the phone about the big turkey he's been stalking, or the 5 point buck he shot last year, or this great new all terrain vechicle he's using to get into the back country. I don't know about this guy...he's...interesting...to listen to, I'll give you that. Too used car salesman for my taste, but the other gal's in the office seem to like him...to each her own, I say...but he seems nice enough..a bit weird--admitted he liked watching the kids in the neighbourhood fight each other (seems there's a bit of a bully living next door to him that beats up all the little kids)...I listen to this guy in the lunch room---he's...expansive..but a bit...odd. Still, better than listen to the girl's talk about the soaps on tv, at any rate, ey?

I'm not a huge, huge fan of hunting--even tho' some of my aquaintences hunt, and I know there's some Adirondacker's that actually do depend on the venison they get, to help supplement their food budget--some families live on practically nothing but venison, all winter long. There's local slaughterer's that will make it into cold cuts (venison salami--don't knock it 'till you've tried it, yummy!), venison sausage, roasts and stew cuts and ground venison for chilli and meatloaf...could take or leave the meatloaf, but the chilli was fab. (They sometimes have stuff like that at church pot luck suppers round here).

Ohhh--man! I think I'd better check my cats---I just went to eat a spoonful of cereal...and found a flea swimming in my bowl! I'm just having a smashing morning, aren't I? I just de-flea'd the cat's three weeks ago, arrrgh! The people who lived in the flat prior to me had a dog--and it seems said dog was a flea hound. My cat's haven't had fleas in many, many years--at least not as many as I'm seeing now, and not as persistantly (they're indoor cats and we live on the second floor--has to have been the dog). This flat is the buggiest place I've ever lived in: spiders, fleas, flies, two kinds of ants, bees, crickets...driving me nuts--had serious black ant problems for months--climbing up the walls, in the loo, the bathtub, the cupbords, my bed, my desk--everywhere. Then, one day--they were just gone. Weird. I've had crickets in the bath--and there's no windows in there. But at least there's no roaches, thank goodness. I'd be sooo-out of here, if there was.

Well, have to get in the shower and answer some e-mails real quick, and make a big lunch (can't afford to eat dinner out) so I won't be too starving when I get home late tonight. I eat at one--by the time you get to the lunch room, you've all but around 15 or 20 minutes to eat and go back to work, but not complaining...my last job I didn't even have breaks or lunch, so an improvement, there.