cats are so sniffy

I really enjoy my job, and I'm doing well. I want to work; I look forward to it each morning as I make the short trip east of i75 and- to my surprise, theres not one point during the day I would "rather be anywhere else." I love the people I work with. I love my job sober, I love it high, I love it. I honestly just have to keep track of shit(and urine) and I get to play with dogs. And they're all different!! No two behave the same, each one I deal with at my job is as different as every human to the next. The tasks at this job are not annoying. I have freedom while carrying out my responsibilities, not someone breathing down my back making certain I'm doing what I should be doing. Working at Victoria's Secret was shitty because I had to hear the same requirements, the same updates, the same guidelines and tips and blah, blah blah. Until I get tired of hearing that same nagging plea for the tenth time that evening and stick a gun in my mouth, pull the trigger and say "see what you did?"
I don't need a babysitter. I know what to do, and it needs to be done. I like doing it because I feel it has worth. I'm not wasting my time, little lives depend on it! Kittens! For fuck sakes, think of the kittens. I do. And the dogs can't let themselves out. I do. : ]

Another notable perk would have to be when I curse at the dogs, they don't care. Try telling a Victoria's Secret customer don't chew on that, you bitch. When a dog's being retarded I get to just tell it so, or in fact as long as I use the appropriate tone and inflection to convey my message to the pooch, I can say whatever I goddamn please for whatever instance.
-Yes, I behave when other humans are around.
-No, I don't converse with animals.

Anyway, I'm glad I have a fun job that also pays well because it's just barely worth the awkward tan lines I'm getting from being outside so much; the harsh border circumscribing my ankle that separates a sexy bronze and a pale beige. I'm starting to lose my tan. I have no time or drive left to tan, it makes me look forward to eventually finding a new job. An indoor one!

First things first?

For Pilot, being able to lay next to me must be like shaking hands with Jesus. What else does this animal have? I'm his everything. He has no organized religion based around me- nor the mind to do so or I'm certain he would, but I'm the best part of his life and the biggest influence on him. I love owning animals, you're owning another life form. It's sick, and it's awesome. I love providing the best life possible for something else; he couldn't have ended up in a better home!