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My cats have tapeworms.

The last time they had fleas was early last summer.

I can’t find any evidence of fleas now, nor could the vet.

Have they had tapeworms that long?!

I am grossed out (not that I’ve seen any–I know this from their stool samples at the vet), plus I feel like a bad cat mom.  And I’m frustrated because I feel like I should treat for fleas, plus do a thorough clean of the house.  AGAIN.  And with so much going on at work at the moment (not to mention the continuation of apartment hunting), I feel incredibly overwhelmed.

Why are my cats defective?  Tomorrow I’ll get the de-worming stuff, plus maybe the flea stuff.  We’ll see what they say.  And after I find out it’s taken care of, I’ll do a ton of laundry.  And maybe treat with diatomaceous earth.

Sigh.  And to top it off, now I feel all itchy and gross, even though I know I’m fine.  Stupid cats!

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A couple weeks ago, I applied for a job in our finance department at work.  This last Thursday, I found out I got it.

I’m pretty excited about the whole transition.  I do have to help find my replacement, and am pretty much stuck at the front desk until they start, but the end is in sight.

It comes with a bit of a pay raise (hallelujah), a more flexible schedule, and, of course, far less phones/people.

Unfortunately, the guy I’m replacing is, well, terrible at organization.  So I’m heading into a mess.  But I’m sure I’ll get it cleaned up in no time.  And with any luck, I’ll pick up the job quickly.

So there you go.  Something new from me.  Maybe this will be the start of many other good changes to come.  One can hope.

Do you ever just feel the inevitability of your life?

That aside, I feel like I’ve gotten a fair amount done this holiday weekend.

I cleaned all the linoleum/tile floors.  (I never do that, so it was an accomplishment.)  I cooked.  I washed laundry.  I did all my regular chores.

And I made this:

QuotePretty snazzy, eh?  All I need is the right size frame.

I’m apartment hunting.  And I’m finding out that the low-average for rent in my area is about $200 more than half of my take home pay each month.  If you want to talk about depressing, that’s it.

This doesn’t mean I won’t be able to find an apartment.  It just means it will take longer and be harder.  Plus, it’ll be another not great apartment, like my current one.  However, so long as my neighbors aren’t bat-shit-crazy like my current ones, that will be okay.

And just who are the fools that says you shouldn’t spend more than 30% of your income on housing?  I’d like to find them and give them a swift kick.  Or I’d like to understand how that is even remotely possible.

Solution: Marry rich.  Or just marry stable and comfortable.  Seriously.  For thousands of years, women have married for economic reasons.  Why not now?