Adventures in Postal-sitting
I fell asleep early, around 930 or so, and now, here I sit at 2am. I have been rudely awakened by the "hamster that wouldn't die". He hasn't made noise for weeks, and now he's back with a vengence. He's found something to chew on non-stop and drive me absolutely insane . . . I must be insane if it's making me blog at 2 in the morning. I'm really wishing I had taken Min Pin Momma's advice and given him some vodka! Not really, but he won't SHUT THE HELL UP! I have to be up for work in 3 hours . . . I was thinking . . . hoping I might get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep for the first time in months!!! I even got up and gave him his favorite treats, he hid them, and continued with the god-awful knawing!
While I'm at it . . . I hate going to the post office to mail packages. Poor Jessica gets birthday gifts, etc. months later. I've never been to the post office when there isn't a line wrapped around the corner, and they always close before I can get there. Now, though, they have this 24-hour do-it-yourself postage machine. So, this week I was mailing out something for the AOC to take on his next trip (he'll be gone for a month, think I can handle it?). I was so excited to just use this machine and be done with it. There's a little window right outside the machine where a little ugly man who scared the crap out of me sits to watch you use the postage thingy. Who knew it could be so complicated? I printed out my stamp, but then he interrupts and I guess he thinks I'm some kind of moron. He takes my already addressed and sealed envelope and sticks it in another enevolpe, making me address it again. He took f-o-r-e-v-e-r to do this, and he was feeling up my envelope the whole time. It took the same amount of time as it would have for me to stand in line, and I still hate the post office!!! I'm not a back woods Texan who needs a babysitter while I'm mailing out a package, but I guess some people are and I should be grateful that the little ugly man is there to help. I just can't believe that he was actually hired by the post office, and I wasn't!
Oh . . . .wait . . . I think I hear silence coming from Hammy's direction . . . and now I'll probably climb back into bed and be wide awake . . . thinking . . . way too much . . .
I fell asleep early, around 930 or so, and now, here I sit at 2am. I have been rudely awakened by the "hamster that wouldn't die". He hasn't made noise for weeks, and now he's back with a vengence. He's found something to chew on non-stop and drive me absolutely insane . . . I must be insane if it's making me blog at 2 in the morning. I'm really wishing I had taken Min Pin Momma's advice and given him some vodka! Not really, but he won't SHUT THE HELL UP! I have to be up for work in 3 hours . . . I was thinking . . . hoping I might get more than 4 or 5 hours of sleep for the first time in months!!! I even got up and gave him his favorite treats, he hid them, and continued with the god-awful knawing!
While I'm at it . . . I hate going to the post office to mail packages. Poor Jessica gets birthday gifts, etc. months later. I've never been to the post office when there isn't a line wrapped around the corner, and they always close before I can get there. Now, though, they have this 24-hour do-it-yourself postage machine. So, this week I was mailing out something for the AOC to take on his next trip (he'll be gone for a month, think I can handle it?). I was so excited to just use this machine and be done with it. There's a little window right outside the machine where a little ugly man who scared the crap out of me sits to watch you use the postage thingy. Who knew it could be so complicated? I printed out my stamp, but then he interrupts and I guess he thinks I'm some kind of moron. He takes my already addressed and sealed envelope and sticks it in another enevolpe, making me address it again. He took f-o-r-e-v-e-r to do this, and he was feeling up my envelope the whole time. It took the same amount of time as it would have for me to stand in line, and I still hate the post office!!! I'm not a back woods Texan who needs a babysitter while I'm mailing out a package, but I guess some people are and I should be grateful that the little ugly man is there to help. I just can't believe that he was actually hired by the post office, and I wasn't!
Oh . . . .wait . . . I think I hear silence coming from Hammy's direction . . . and now I'll probably climb back into bed and be wide awake . . . thinking . . . way too much . . .
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The chew toy was the cage itself! This morning was a two coffee cupper.