There are some who tell me that this weekend was a holiday.

Not that I'd know.

My new job at the dog kennel has had me in every day for the past six days. Even Friday, where I had a D&D game that lasted until 4am...and work required me two and a half hours later.

Six days straight of barking, defiled kennels, and a species that I was wholly ambivalent about...and now am starting to develop some serious opinions about.

And it's not like y'all's jobs, where you go in, clock in once, and go the distance for seven, eight hours. Nope. I go in, clock in, go for two hours of crap, go home, go back to bed, then go back, clock in, two more hours, go home, go back to bed.

Apparently, since we have thirty-four dogs in the kennel right now, this is getting close to an overload. We need every hand we've got, at least until Monday, when we should discharge about fourteen, which will make me unnecessary for a few days.

Which I could use right about now. Since Aristotle, Trina and I have been looking at rat breeders. One's gotten back to us, and we're dying for a chance to go down there and see her boys. Trina's got all this week off...I don't.

If I can get through today, there's a good chance I'll be able to float until Thursday. D&D on Tuesday, rats sometime soon, and I think I'm thirteen hours backlogged on sleep.

And now I get to go deal with the Canis Cacophony.

Wheeee...minimum wage...