Observations

We have the worst interactions with customers on Sundays. There could be many reasons for this, but I have narrowed it down to the two that I think are the most plausible. First, we are only open for 6 hours on Sunday, versus the 11 hours we are open every other day of the week. The customer craziness and difficulty levels are concentrated on Sundays.

My other theory revolves around church. It seems almost as if our customers, after going to the morning service and taking in a late brunch at IHOP, feel like their sin for the week is absolved and therefore they can begin filling their slates again.

Ok, so that second one may be a bit of a stretch, but some Sundays I really do wonder.

My other observation of the day revolves around animals. I have always known that I find it hard to see an animal contained, but I was realizing today just how much I hate it when it was and continues to be my pet that is contained.

Tucker seemed to have a bit of upset stomach this morning. By that I mean several vomiting sprees all over the house. Everything he was attempting to eat or drink was coming right back up. Knowing I had to work all day and that Mom was going to be gone as well, Tucker ended up shut in the bathroom on the main floor. That bathroom is approximately 8' x 4', which includes the tub.

I moved in his litter box, his throne of pillows and blankets, and his water. For about 8 hours today I seriously restricted his activity and his ingestion. It seems to have done the trick, but since he was without food all day and is therefore attacking the little portions I have been giving him since getting home from work, he's remaining in the bathroom overnight. And I hate it. I feel terrible he's in such a tiny place and is completely alone. I really cannot stand to see animals confined.

Tomorrow is blessedly a day off! I get to sleep in... a project I'll start working on now!

Love!

~g