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First the saddness. Pauly, the little stray we rescued from the yard the other night, didn't make it. Tanya and Shar took him to the VAAT vet who pumped him full of fluids etc, but then his eye which was already damaged started to swell. The vet made the diagnosis that Pauly must have recieved a head injury and it was causing severe damage to his brain etc. There was no chance. If I'd left him in the yard he'd've died in a lot of pain. As it was, he got to have at least 24 hours of being loved. He was warm, fed, clean, cuddled. Tanya and Shar's cat's adored him, esp Pocket Rocket. He tamed himself. Pauly would have been a wonderful pet cat for someone, more than likely either T&S, or me. I think he was something a little special. I guess we'll never know how he got the head injury. I don't think any of the guys in my yard or the surrounding would have hurt him, he was too happy to be around humans to have ever been hurt by them. Poor little baby. I know he was just one tiny, stray, moggy kitten in a world that is full of heart break and woe and tragedies such as the Haitu earthquake, but I go by the words I once read long, long ago in a bus stop of all places: It is better to do one small good thing on any given day than to say I will do 100 good things tomorrow. Good bye, little Pauly. I only knew you for a couple of hours, but I won't ever forget you. You made me feel that even one small act of goodness is worth it, even if it's only a brief, dim flash in a world that is filled with darkness. Be free and happy over the Rainbow Bridge, little guy, hopefully Sonya will be there to greet you.
Damn it, crying now.
TO CHEER MYSELF UP! Here's todays 365. I'm rather proud of it. Who doesn't love a cute wee bunny?

There was quite some fuckery at work last night too. Under the cut for anyone who wants a raised eye brow moment.

So I was sitting there late last night or very early this morning (however you want to see it) when my phone rang. We have caller ID on the phones, and I have worked there long enough to recognise the numbers of the various work guys when they flash up. I also can ID their voices instantly. So up flashes Tom Cunnington's number. For those who may not remember, he is the single dumbest ass in the company. He's capable of screwing up even the most basic of things. I hate having him on shift. The guys are not fond of him either. He wasn't on shift so I was a bit curious why he was calling. Right away I knew it was going to be weird. Loud music in the background, him trying VERY hard and failing miserably to disguse him voice. *rolls eyes* Drunk or drug effected. He then proceeded to try and tell me there was a burst water main... in his street. See the thing is he called in a burst main there last week, John had to send a Shift bloke code one, only to find it was just a running garden tap :/ he got into some trouble for that. To send a shift bloke out automatically costs the company $250, on top of time spent etc. I'm like yeah whatever and hung up. He called back right away, this time being really agro! I played along and asked him the questions we ask to work out where the leak was. He confirmed it was internal. So I said 'uh, that's internal...' and he got REALLY aggressive and kept saying 'that's unconfirmed'. I thought nah something is wrong here, and I actually got a bit nervous. I called the Duty Officer, Marc. He asked I call him if Tom calls one more time.
Less than 10 seconds later he called again, more agro than ever. I called Marc and he headed out there just in case. There was no water anywhere whatsoever. Tom wasn't answering his door either. marc asked I send Mort (the over-all boss of the water blokes) a brief email. It was quiet for about 30mins then he called again, this time saying 'I want to give a name, tell them Mort is calling it through'. Er... yeeeeah....
Mort came in early that morning and we had a laugh about it all. But I could see he was PEEVED. I mean, of all the idiot things to do. Call work phone with caller ID, use your own mobile, use your own voice, give your own address, use the very example that got you in trouble in the first place, and then to top it off, try and say it's your boss, the very one who kicked your arse before, calling it through. What a stupid, stupid dick.
Should be interesting to see what happens now. Rob doesn't have the auth to fire him, but was going to see what he could do about bringing that about today. Hopefully....
He'd better not start this shit with me again tonight or I swear I will have a right royal go.

Oh and this is for Tanya and all those ferrety fans out there :-D