I put in my two weeks’ notice at work on the 5th so my last day was technically supposed to be a few days ago, but I told my boss I could work a few hours next week to help them get ready for Thanksgiving. Found out today I have to work 8 hour shifts Sunday through Wednesday. Great, perfect, that’s exactly what I meant. Oh, and I’m closing on Wednesday night? That’s fantastic.
Yesterday I was all patting myself on the back for not calling in to work a single time since I got this job, and then I pulled a muscle in my belly (?!) during my shift and had to call in today. I even had to talk on the phone with the store manager, assistant manager, and my boss all on speaker phone so they could fill out an accident report. It was embarrassing. Also, ow.
Flapjack got spayed last week and I was terrified but it went great. BUT she came back from the vet with FLEAS. I know she didn’t have them when we brought her because they’re always so quick to tell you your friend has fleas. So I’m pissed. So I called them today and said hey, you gave my bunny fleas, and they put me on the phone with a technician who I was hoping would say, “Oops, we’ll give you some free medication for that.” Instead, this person told me they don’t sell it but I could go to Petsmart and buy Advantix or something with imidacloprid as the active ingredient. It sounded too easy, so I Googled it and the first result said, “may not be suitable for use on rabbits”. Are you fucking kidding me? That’s the opposite of the outcome I hoped for. Pissed as shit. I called her regular vet and tomorrow I’m going to pay out the nose for medicine that won’t kill her. GREAT. I hate fleas.