all the world's a zoo...
Mar. 22nd, 2005 04:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickie...and i'm the cage cleaner. if i have to spend one more minute wading through animal excrement, i'm going to scream.
went to my storage unit yesterday morning before i headed out on territory... this is a locked bay in one of those big places where people store all sorts of crap like furniture and off-season clothes (and in one case here last year, a decomposing body). i have to have it for work, because i have huge boxes of pamphlets and other stuff that would never fit in my little apartment. i've been storing some personal belongings in there (notice i didn't say "crap" 'cause it's mine, which makes it wonderful), since there's room in the back for some extra boxes. well, most of them went in the trash yesterday... completely covered in rat poo and urine.
*sigh*.
about a month ago i thought i might have had some rats poking around in there... i noticed some little black specks around one of my boxes, and wondered if i had a problem. the guy that manages the storage facility gave me a little flat black box full of poison to put in there for a while, and i figured that would solve the problem. but when i was in there yesterday to get some work stuff, i looked around in more depth... and it was a disaster. bags of my belongings were shredded to bits, little poo pellets were everywhere, and the whole unit smelled like an unclean hamster cage. blecch. so i'm going to have to move all my stuff to another unit, which means my interim manager is going to have to come and inspect the new place. which means all my personal stuff has to be outta there. *sigh* so i spent a chunk of yesterday evening starting the cleanup process... throwing a lot of stuff into the dumpster, salvaging what could be salvaged (miraculously, a huge box of vintage dresses was unharmed), and loading the car with personal stuff to bring home and store god-knows-where. but the shoes i wore are being stored outside in the hallway... apparently one of my creepy little rats had overturned the container of poison recently, so while i was moving everything, i was walking through enough poison to choke a horse. not something you want to track into an apartment with pets... so the shoes stay outside.
so i went to bed early last night, exhausted, after watching about 1/2 of "scarface" on DVD. (whoa... i'd heard it was violent, but sheesh!) i had to be up at 5am to go to the gym for a trainer session this morning, and i wanted to be rested. so i walked into my bedroom, and *sniff, sniff* something wasn't right. yup, there was pee on the bed... it looks like angus may be nursing another bladder infection, and that's how they let you know. it went through the comforter, through both sheets, all the way to the mattress pad. *sigh*. i rolled everything up into a ball, and slept with a towel for a blanket, huddled on the sofa. but "slept" might be too strong a word... because all night my mind searched for a time when i'd actually be able to wash all that peed-on bedding. i have a massively full day today, and will only have about an hour after work before i have evening plans... tomorrow i'm working at a job fair, and then have evening plans with some co-workers... and thursday is more of the same. (plus, eew, i don't want it sitting there all that time.)
so i finally dragged myself out of bed at 3:30am, and started scrounging for $5 worth of quarters for the machines. i turned every handbag inside-out, went through every drawer in the apartment, and actually managed to find enough to do the job. so here i sit, at 4:15am, waiting for the dryers to finish... and then i get to go to the gym at 5:30 and work out for an hour and a half. *weep* god, am i going to be a mess by the time the afternoon hits.
went to my storage unit yesterday morning before i headed out on territory... this is a locked bay in one of those big places where people store all sorts of crap like furniture and off-season clothes (and in one case here last year, a decomposing body). i have to have it for work, because i have huge boxes of pamphlets and other stuff that would never fit in my little apartment. i've been storing some personal belongings in there (notice i didn't say "crap" 'cause it's mine, which makes it wonderful), since there's room in the back for some extra boxes. well, most of them went in the trash yesterday... completely covered in rat poo and urine.
*sigh*.
about a month ago i thought i might have had some rats poking around in there... i noticed some little black specks around one of my boxes, and wondered if i had a problem. the guy that manages the storage facility gave me a little flat black box full of poison to put in there for a while, and i figured that would solve the problem. but when i was in there yesterday to get some work stuff, i looked around in more depth... and it was a disaster. bags of my belongings were shredded to bits, little poo pellets were everywhere, and the whole unit smelled like an unclean hamster cage. blecch. so i'm going to have to move all my stuff to another unit, which means my interim manager is going to have to come and inspect the new place. which means all my personal stuff has to be outta there. *sigh* so i spent a chunk of yesterday evening starting the cleanup process... throwing a lot of stuff into the dumpster, salvaging what could be salvaged (miraculously, a huge box of vintage dresses was unharmed), and loading the car with personal stuff to bring home and store god-knows-where. but the shoes i wore are being stored outside in the hallway... apparently one of my creepy little rats had overturned the container of poison recently, so while i was moving everything, i was walking through enough poison to choke a horse. not something you want to track into an apartment with pets... so the shoes stay outside.
so i went to bed early last night, exhausted, after watching about 1/2 of "scarface" on DVD. (whoa... i'd heard it was violent, but sheesh!) i had to be up at 5am to go to the gym for a trainer session this morning, and i wanted to be rested. so i walked into my bedroom, and *sniff, sniff* something wasn't right. yup, there was pee on the bed... it looks like angus may be nursing another bladder infection, and that's how they let you know. it went through the comforter, through both sheets, all the way to the mattress pad. *sigh*. i rolled everything up into a ball, and slept with a towel for a blanket, huddled on the sofa. but "slept" might be too strong a word... because all night my mind searched for a time when i'd actually be able to wash all that peed-on bedding. i have a massively full day today, and will only have about an hour after work before i have evening plans... tomorrow i'm working at a job fair, and then have evening plans with some co-workers... and thursday is more of the same. (plus, eew, i don't want it sitting there all that time.)
so i finally dragged myself out of bed at 3:30am, and started scrounging for $5 worth of quarters for the machines. i turned every handbag inside-out, went through every drawer in the apartment, and actually managed to find enough to do the job. so here i sit, at 4:15am, waiting for the dryers to finish... and then i get to go to the gym at 5:30 and work out for an hour and a half. *weep* god, am i going to be a mess by the time the afternoon hits.
