Pizza

Life is going smoothly. Well, my own personal life, not life as in the world...the world has been pretty messed up lately. But Skippyjon Jones doesn't know that.

 

Doesn't this make you want to curl up
and forget life's problems

This blog is literally going to be me rambling about random things.



This pizza. Look at it in all its glory. It is a white pizza with squid, shrimp, scallops and jalapeños. It is my new favorite pizza AND it's gluten free. The restaurant is just a hop, skip and a jump from my house. Dangerous.

Yes.

Here it is another time I ordered it, next to a caesar salad. I also recommend to pair it with a nice red sangria.

My local coffee shop is having special summer drinks. Here is a peach/strawberry daiquiri and a piña colada.

Yum

My student wouldn't stop laughing the other day. Just laughing by himself. I wrote him a note and he responded.

Touché

I then became bored at work so I decided to form all the bananagrams into a scrabble.

Ok. I have to tell a story. So my second job is a dog walker/cat sitter whatever. So on Saturday, I had two sits scheduled. My boss texts me asking if I could do a few more. Well it turns out I was then given 6 sits in a row on a Saturday night. I complained internally, but I wanted this job and I really need the money. So instead of hanging with my friends on a Saturday night, I head out to begin my 6 sits. The first four were cats, so those were pretty easy. You come in and you feed them, scoop litter, and give them love. The 5th sit was an old dog who was fun to hang out with and they had a fenced in yard. All is well I thought.
I get to the 6th sit which is this HUGE house. As I pull up, another car pulls up. I think oh crap I must have gotten the wrong time or the wrong house. I go and apologize to the man and asked if I was too early. He looked at me strangely and said "uhh...no..you're good". OK so this is weird. I go into the house and unlock the door and the man follows me in with a ton of groceries. Who is this guy? The son? The housekeeper? Whatever. I want to get this sit done and leave.
Every house I go to there is at least a note or two explaining what to do. There was no note. There were also no animals. What is happening. There is also a strange man putting groceries away. I start to go into full anxiety mode and of course awkward me doesn't say "Hey, can you help me find the dog food or something". Instead I awkwardly just stand there and pretend to write down stuff on a napkin. I literally do not know what I am doing.
I decide to walk around the house. Maybe then I will at least find something or I don't know, the DOG. I finally find a litter box and some cat food. Ok so there is a cat. Somewhere.
I go back to the kitchen, where the man is still unloading food. I go on my phone to the database of customers and look up the house, to see if there are any notes. The last notes were made years ago and it says that the food is in the hallway closet. No it's not.
It's been 15 minutes, where is this dog? Did it die and they just forgot to tell me?
I decide to go out to the car and get my binder of notes and perhaps call my boss. I go to the front lawn, and lo and behold there is the stupid dog just sitting there staring at me. What?? Does it live outside? No. Strange man let out the dog. Did he tell me? No.
I have the dog come inside, totally unaware if it had peed or pooped. I text my boss basically saying that I have no idea what to do. 15 more minutes go by, strange man left, and I have no text from my boss. Alright, I give it one more go to look for the food.
I finally find the stupid food in the stupid closet behind some other random stuff. I threw the scoop of food at the dog, just kidding. I wanted to.
OK, dog has eaten, cat is missing but will eat later. I decide to take the dog out one more time to see if it needs to use the bathroom before I run away. This should be easy because there is an invisible fence that the dog uses. Well after a while, the dog doesn't go to the bathroom, so I decide to go back inside.
The door is locked. My stomach literally sunk. I left the keys on the counter and the door is now locked. I start to panic. I run around the entire (HUGE) house looking for a window or unlocked door, while trying to keep an eye on the dog. I find nothing. I am on the verge of tears (hah, just kidding it wasn't the verge I actually cried). Do I text my boss? She still hasn't texted me from before. As I try to figure out what in the world to do, I look up and see the smallest window cracked in the bathroom. It is about six feet off the ground and barely two feet across. I take out the screen, basically desperate at this point. The only thing around me is a rocking chair (pretty unstable). I sit on the ground and ponder my life while this stupid dog runs around.
I decide it's time. I stand on the rocking chair. The window has a bunch of jewelry on the sill in the bathroom and I push it all off. I used every muscle in my body to pull myself up, squeeze myself through the window, and fall into the bathroom sink. Victory is mine.
I hurriedly let the dog in, and then recreated what the bathroom might have looked like.
I grab my keys, and basically run out of the house. This what should have been a 30 minute sit has now been well over an hour. I never ever want to come back.

They are my first visit tomorrow morning.

-Jo