Overheated Cat

Today starts a new volume in this blog.  One that I hope continues for a while (if not that means I got fired!).  I have never worked in a setting like this before in my entire life.  It is my first job since I graduated from college.  Technically it is my first full time job.  Professional dress everyday, steady paycheck, lunch hour, and my own company email.  Along with all of those perks comes the CUBICAL.  With the cubical comes "Cubical Talk".  Cubical Talk- talking that employees do with the illusion that nobody can hear and sometimes includes the discussions of personal items that should be left for times behind closed (and locked) doors.  This probably would bug people beyond belief, but my brain soaks up these conversations whether or not I realize it at the time or not.  This new outlet of entertainment brings inspiration to my writing and will probably be the new focus of many blog entries to come.

I don't cry very often.  Something about my makeup as a person doesn't let me unless it is an extreme occasion.  I empathize, but I rarely shed tears... and if I do it is usually fake so that people don't think of me as some cruel, heartless person.  Pet stories always pull a special string in my heart, more so sometimes than tragic human stores at times.  While sitting in the cubical I heard the most interesting one of all today!  A coworker got an email from her daughter.  In the email she learned that one of her daughters coworker accidentally dried her cat in the dryer this morning.  That is all she told her.  For about an hour I tried to imagine all the possible ways to accidentally dry a cat...  Don't worry I also wondered how the cat's well fare was.  She finally got an update that the cat made it to the animal hospital where they worked to revive it.  $300 later the cat is well and in stable condition.  Owner is still a little shaken up.  I don't think it has ever been that hard to suppress a laugh!  Of course they didn't know I was listening.  Turns out the ladies cat crawls into the dryer at night because it is a warm place to sleep.  Maybe a little too warm for it these days.  She woke up this morning and threw in some wet clothes and sent them and the cat for a tumble dry.  It was ten minutes before she realized that the cat was in there.

I can't wait to hear what tomorrows cubicles bring!