Of mice and work and university.

Working is crap. It's just crap. And I'm convinced that having a job in retail is JUST like /b/, except in real life, and the cats at the store don't shout overdone memes at me (I SEE WUT U DID THUR.)

Last week I had to train at the main office, which is aka the owner's HOUSE. He is creepy and older-middle-aged and rich as holy goddamn fucking hell. The entire experience sucked and I'm glad I don't have to do it again.

Tomorrow I'm back in the store. I took home three baby mice the other week because they got stuck in sticky traps (why the FUCK did they put down sticky traps?) and had broken legs and shit. One of them died, the other two seem to be doing well, so I'm glad I gave them a chance. When I lost the little one it was incredibly sad. I really expected her to pull through for me but I'm glad she isn't suffering anymore. Poor girl. I just wish there was something else I could do for.

I've named the other two Gimpy and Limpy. If you saw them you'd see how appropriate this is. One of them has two broken legs, the other has a broken leg and a smashed paw. Mice tend to do fine with broken limbs as long as they're given time to recover and don't have anything they can injure themselves further on. They're feeding themselves, drinking and are generally playful (they're very young). They're completely pathetic but as they improve I just find them more and more endearing.

I keep wondering why I find myself drawn to animals that have such a high mortality rate. It's incredibly difficult for me to have a creature that I invested so much love and care for die after only a couple years of being with me. Despite whatever I do it's inevitable. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. Maybe because I feel like no one else will and I feel an obligation to them, and in other ways, a kinship. I love my rats but it's the mice that scurry their way into my heart. I'm just not capable of turning down an injured or sick mouse. Most people find it a little weird. I have to agree with them.

Tomorrow night I'm leaving with my sister to visit my college of choice on the other side of the state. It's a long trip so we're staying overnight and the tour is on Tuesday morning. I'll also be meeting my friend Julie there that I have known online for years. I call her my favorite lesbian, she calls me her favorite gay boy, I call her a dyke, she calls me a fag - we love each other. She promised to give me the REAL tour after I get the official one. I'm looking forward to it.

We're going back to our house on Friday most likely. It'll be relieving to be in my own place, though a bit weird and slightly lonely-feeling. My dad isn't much company. I can't wait until August when I'm finally off to college and I'm around other people constantly. I like being around a lot of people. It comforts me.

That's about it I guess.

- Jase.