STORYTIME WITH DAVE!!!
My tale begins Tuesday night. I went to bed early because my final test at work was Wednesday and it was make or break. If I passed I was a tech 2 and no longer had to train or fear for my job. If I failed there was a real chance I could be let go in less than a month. Round about 12:30 I wake to the sound that should be packaged up and used as an alarm that would wake the dead - a cat puking.
My fucking cat, who lays on my bed, puked all over the comforter. So I had to get up, strip the bed, take the dirty laundry downstairs, and put a new comforter on. Please note that this is TUESDAY night/WEDNESDAY morning. I get back to bed...and can't sleep. I'd slept 4 hours already and now I was awake. I tried to sleep but then Zach got up to go to work and the dogs wanted out. So I did not get back to sleep that night. I get to work and my round table goes well. I make my tech 2 and relax. Stress be gone.
Did I say the story was over? Well, it isn't! At work today - THURSDAY - I have to put on an FR (fire-resist) shirt so I take off my hoodie and throw it on my chair. It is only then I discover that the cat had not only puked on the bed, but that the hoodie I'd been wearing FOR TWO FUCKING DAYS had cat puke in the hood. By then it was dried and stuff, but it was there. I'D BEEN WEARING THAT HOOD! I had a cap on but still!
So fucking gross.