The $300 Cat Litter Box

Last week was arguably the most stressful week in my adult life. "Adult" subject to definition. Nothing major really went wrong since the bad news about Hubby's job, but it just seemed that things kept happened one after another. We got the bad news about Hubby's job on Monday, he then turned in his resume to another job the same day. It's very conveniently now in this electronic age. He accessed his online resume; sent a copy to his friend; his friend handed it to HR directly. We figured since layoff could potentially be around the problem, it never hurt to have options. He heard back from the place the very next day, Tuesday. How was that negative, you ask. Well, the HOURS sucked. As if his hours right now is not bad enough. The company loved his resume, having the same background as his friend who works there and told him he could choose (to interview for) either the entry level or the supervisor level. Get this, the supervisory level has worse hours than entry level. Ugh. The wonderful world of blue collar workers. Even though it was just talk, it stressed me out big time. I guess at any point in life, I needed something, anything positive to look forward to -- nice place to live, more disposable income, more time with Hubby. I guess the crappy hours will give us significantly more disposable income, but I'm not sure I want the lifestyle of a widow. Is money really worth that?

So the apartment, compounded with the job situation (have I mentioned that I am waiting to hear back from this job I've interviewed for also?), compounded with the fact that I was having the worse PMS ever, compounded with the fact that I was slept poorly the entire week (which hasn't happened for the longest time), further compounded by the fact that I was carrying a full college class loads and that we had to go to Sacramento for the weekend, combined made the worse week for me. I never even knew I could be stressed to a point that I sleep poorly.

The trip to Sacramento was uneventful, barring the fact that I was exhausted the entire time and had to take two midterms. When we finally got home Sunday night, I heard Kitty meowing nonstop as soon as I walked into the door. Right away I knew she was stuck somewhere. Sure enough, she was locked in the walk-in closet the entire weekend. You can't ask the best behaved cat to not pee for two days. And you got it, she peed on the most expensive thing possible -- my newly purchased down feather comforter and Calvin Klein comforter cover, totalling USD$300.

The bright side? At least it wasn't on the carpet. And for everything else, there's always MasterCard, and ebay.