...when one of the furkids gets you out of bed at 4am owing to another bout of UTI. And, bless him, the other furkid, knowing I'm stressed decides to lie on the pillow next to my head when we wander back to bed at 4:30am. And, of course he drops right of to sleep...snoring right in my ear. Finally got to sleep some time after 5:30. Alarm went off at 6:30. Feh!

And I can't afford to take the furkid to the vet because whenever we go in for this it's $350. The last time we did this was February and it turned out to be a false alarm...but I still have the baytril from that adventure and it's not expired so I'm going to give her the course of it and keep a very close eye on her and just hope for the best.

And my frustrations about the--what's the best word/phrase here...inconsistency of process, I guess...at work finally got the best of me today and I had a bit of a dust-up with the supervisor. If I still have a job there next week (I am there as a "temp", after all), then I just need to train myself to not think even one hair's width outside the box, don't question anything and for goodnes sake, stop having an opinion on things. It came to a head today when, in frustration, I asked for a procedure on how to handle a particular circumstance because I was told to do it one way a week or two ago, then today told we never do it THAT way. And, that, I suppose, put my supervisor at the end of her tether with me.

So, if I'm still there beyond tomorrow, I have to get used to the fact of life there that one day down is down, the next day down is up. One day left is right, the next day left is left and the day after that, hell left may be up or down. It can no longer matter to me that I have to do things over (and unwittingly commit my worst sin...being inefficient) because I didn't realize that this time right is left and up is down, and that I'm just going to keep my feckin' mouth shut.

Yeah, I know...welcome to the world of "Bizarro Vicster" where she keeps quiet and has no opinion on anything. And all this time I swore I'd never end up like my mom, but if I'm to turn into the Bizarro Vicster then it is sort of committing suicide on the person that I am...or, was. Not like the real me would be missed, anyway...the fact that I have opinions and express them seems to really put people off. Seems as though being headstrong is a fashion-DON'T...sort of like wearing white after Labor Day.

Oh well...tomorrow I start my three-day detox diet. I just got back from the store stocking up on fruit and veg and green tea. Maybe detoxing the coffee and refined sugars and alcohol out of my body will help my outlook on life...who ever that life turns out to be.