The Artist and I are on our way to Philadelphia tomorrow; we’re going to meet up with palsgraf_polka, iron_chef_gein, and possibly Ginny. Maybe we’ll go see famous museums and historical sites, or maybe we’ll just hang out in bars and have cheesesteak sandwiches.
See ya Monday!
I went to AccounTemps today to fill out tax forms and take an assessment test. I was a bit worried about the assessment test; I finished classes in December and I haven’t done anything accounting-related since. But the test was just the basics (which I guess is to be expected since I’m applying for entry-level positions), and I did the basics for two and a half years while working on the degree. Test was no problem, and I scored well above average on everything except the 10-key data entry. Since I’ve never actually learned 10-key data entry, I am not surprised by this result.
The Artist and I went out to Wake Tech last week to see his advisor and get him signed up and in the system. This afternoon we sat down and planned out his schedule of courses for the fall semester. Then we went to register for the classes.
And we were denied, because he’s still a minor. He’ll be eighteen later this month, but we want to register for these classes ASAP to make sure we get the ones he wants. I phoned and left a message with (I hope) the appropriate department, who will theoretically phone me back by tomorrow night.
One of my former instructors saw me with The Artist last week while we were getting him registered. I talked to him today while dropping off some more paperwork for the kid, and he said “I saw you out here with your brother last week.” Stupid me, I went and told him the kid was actually my son. But still, it’s kind of cool that I can apparently pass for a big sister of a high school kid.
Yesterday I introduced Duchess to the Bad Kitty bottle.
Haven’t really needed it up till now. Once she got up on the table, and once she experimentally began clawing the carpet—both times I clapped my hands sharply and she immediately stopped the unwanted behavior and didn’t do it again.
But in the mornings, she’s on the other side of the bedroom door. Meowing. She learned quickly that the alarm means I’ll be coming out and giving her breakfast and petting. If the alarm doesn’t go off at a time she feels is reasonable, she’ll start meowing for me.
The time she feels I should be coming out to pet her has been getting earlier and earlier.
Yesterday she started meowing for me at a quarter to five in the morning.
I’m normally fairly patient with critters. Even when they’re being annoying, they aren’t doing it maliciously. But at five in the morning I am not a patient person. Enough is enough already. I retrieved the Bad Kitty bottle and gave her a squirt of water. She disappeared down the hall.
Twenty minutes later she tried again. Other behaviors I’d put a stop to immediately, but she’s been doing this one a while so she didn’t get the hint as quickly. She got another squirt.
It took her three tries, but she got the idea. She left me alone to sleep.
The Bad Kitty bottle seems to have worked quite well; this morning she remembered not to wake me up for food and attention.
Instead she woke up my son.
*sigh*