Post by krowhop on Aug 17, 2008 5:46:25 GMT -6
Mark is a total ass. He introduced me as the companies wereleopard again, to parents who were coming to adopt. When they expressed fear for the children, he reassured them that he only sent me out to the bad neighborhoods, and that they only really used me for troubled teens and such. I am getting very frustrated with his political maneuvering, and insincerity. Non of my other co-workers even speak with me, because he made sure all of them knew. I'm not sure what he has been telling everyone, but most of them won't even meet my eyes, as if I were some bloodsucker, and would have power over them. Ass-hats.
Other than that, I got to do a video call with mom the other day. She has more gray hair than I remembered, but otherwise is looking well. She was trying to convince me to let her hire someone to stay at the ranch all the time. I am not sure I like the idea of a human staying there, especially not during the full moon, but it is hard to say no, when her and dad bought it. I've tried over and over again to explain to her that my control and composure when shifted, and the ability to go back and forth are an exception, and not the norm, but she doesn't get it. I know she means well, but I feel like I am hitting my head against a brick wall sometimes.
Luckily, she agreed about whatever 'caretaker' she was looking for not being human...though I shudder to think who or what she may find instead. As it is now, I only head down there on the weekends really. I made deals with some of the local ranchers, to pay them full price for their past prime cattle...who they then just release on my land, to do as they will. I don't know if they have figured out that they are feeding me and my pard or not, and I can only hope it stays that way, otherwise I am sure they will either refuse to sell, or charge more. As it is, they think they are getting a deal. Doesn't matter to me or my beast if the meat is stringy—that just means I get to gnaw on it more! *giggle*
Anyway, I guess that is enough of a rant for now. I've just been feeling kinda restless lately, and I have no idea why. I asked Anne about it, and she said I needed to get laid, but her mind is always in the gutter, and her count is in the three digits now. Consider the source, hu? Lataz...