I haven’t written about J.D. lately, but I probably should have been.  It turns out that he might not be the lap cat I wanted him to be. 

Last week, Leah took J.D. to the Vet (for our free checkup).  Generally, when you take a cat anywhere, especially to the Vet, they are scared and high-strung.  JD, on the Vet table, started to groom himself–like he owned the place.  The Vet said This is one of the most dominant cats I have ever seen.  Well, that’s just great.  Likely, JD–now 2–has had to fend for himself a lot of his life and done whatever he wanted to do.  Now, he is living in a small apartment and we have enforced rules (like he can’t just lay sprawled out on the dining room table as he would wish).

First, we have leather couches.  (I told Leah they would be a bad idea if we had pets, TOLD YOU SO!)  Well, we have undertaken measures to stop any scratching on the couch.  We have a small post that he has been using and a spray bottle!  Hehe, that’s fun.

Second, he can’t really go outside, except that I bought a harness.  He hasn’t quite figured out how to go for walks yet, but it might work?

Third, he has been randomly biting/scratching me.  (I can’t remember why this is a list.)  So, I have given him a couple nose taps and one time lifted him up by the scruff of his neck and had a stare down–after a particularly bad bite.  However, he still remains fairly dominant.

Getting to my final point.  Last night, we trimmed his nails.  Holy moly, what an ordeal.  You should have heard the sounds this cat was making.  But, as soon as it was over, we gave him a treat and he was right as rain.

Who knew cats could be so much work?  I was too young when we first got Stormy and Cloudy but I don’t think they were this bad.  I am sure he will come around… I hope.

You all know that I have been working a lot lately.  Tuesday was the last day for filing earnings so lastnight my co-workers and I went to celebrate a job well done.  After eating some supper and having two beers everyone was ready to go–except for one.  The waitress came around–no, I’m good, no thanks, just the bill please–everyone was saying no.  Then he said it, the one thing that doomed us all–I’ll have another.  Well no good natured person can leave anyone to drink alone.  Alright, I’ll have another… and another… and another… Let’s have a round of shots… and another…

My head throbs.  My stomach churns.  My body aches.  My voice is four octaves lower.

I need sympathy, love and support pronto!  Hehe pronto.  Good word.  I haven’t stopped singing Silver Bells today and I don’t know why.  What did I drink that would make me sing carols?   

My mother loves the old Battlestar Galactica.  This is something my family makes fun of her for.  I cannot understand my mothers fascination for trashy cinema or literature for that matter.  She is smart and intelligent, but she loves it.  She has a shelf full of neon-coloured detective novels, the kind you see in airport bookstores and cornerstores.  How bizarre.

But, I am her child and from time-to-time I follow in her shoes.  The new Battlestar Galactica is amazing.  I am a total sci-fi nerd.  I love Star Trek, but I don’t really like Star Wars.  I can’t think of another sci-fi show that I like more than Next Generation, but BSG might be better.  The 360, real space-like flight/battle simulation is like none other.  The story line, from meta power struggles to micro personal issues and large philosophical debates with good, bad and inbetween all playing off each other makes it is the best drama I have seen in a long time–plus there are big explosions!

If you need a show to pickup this season, I would suggest Battlestar. 

Edit- I know a website you can watch entire seasons (of a lot of different shows, including BSG), if you need a place to start, just email me.

Barring explaining how the entire system works, yesterday I started work at 8:30 AM and finished at 11 PM.  I am not complaining.  The overtime money will be nice.  But, for me, it’s not about just the money.  I take pride in what I do.  I want to do a good job.

Lastnight, I had to stay late because I had to format a 40 page earnings release, roughly costing the client some $6000.  After 5 hours of working on it and it being finished, we had to call the client to check something and he said, something a long the lines of Oh, we only want 2 of those pages in the press release and the other pages for… (something else, which isn’t important and doesn’t require formatting).  Everything I did was pointless.

I am not trying to be melodramatic or fishing for your sympathy.  Really, I’m not.  Working in an office is very different from anything I have done.  I can’t help but feel like this already semi-pointless job that I do, lastnight, became even more pointless.  Going to another office wouldn’t change anything.  The same things happen everywhere, I know this.  However, it has got me thinking that I need to get back to working with and for people as opposed to this corporate machine who happens to have amazing people working for it.