Misery of Being a Lazy Cat

I sleep in 'til 11 or noon every day. When I get up it’s only long enough to get a bite to eat and make it to the sofa where I’ll lounge out for a while longer. Perhaps I’ll play with my toys for a bit but I’m going back to sleep after that and I’ll be upset if you disturb me.

This is not the life of a cat. It’s the current life of a reserve flight attendant and it’s getting to me.

I’ve worked fewer hours this month than most people work in a week.

If you have a real job, you’ve probably worked 15 days so far this month and are enjoying your 6th, well deserved day of rest. In my case, I’ve worked 4 days this month and am suffering through my 18th, undesired day of rest.

Incase you're wondering, that irritated kitty is my roommate's cat, Ming Soo (I’m not responsible for the name). She’s the only one in the house working less than me.

The good news is, I haven't missed an episode of House, Bones, NCIS, Dexter, or The Fringe yet this month.  That means I've watched more hours of TV than I've worked.  

Ok, so it's not all bad.  I've been spending a few hours everyday in the library with my writing.  I'm making serious progress on this novel.  I even got to kill someone yesterday (fictitiously).  Since I have my vacation coming up in February, I plan on finishing the whole thing by the end of that month (did he say finish?  Yes.  Finish.  What a wonderful concept).

Until I start working again, and there's always hope that I'll work tomorrow, I'll just keep wearing the letters off my keyboard.  Enjoy your daily jobs you lucky readers.