These past 2 days have been horrible. Actually, past week. I lost my job because I had no clue I had to open/close the Sunday before last, so the store wasn't open, obviously. HQ or w/e phones on Monday to see what happened, and I get in shit because I didn't open the store... Whatever. You want me to do something, tell me my fucking schedule, mkay?

Doesn't matter anyway, since I have to move to the south end of the city, or even into Leduc now. The rent where I am currently living is going up $200, again. So, I have to move now. I can't even afford to pay the current price of $995. Fuck.. this place was $785 when I moved in June '06 and two years later it's going to be $1195... goddamn highjacks. Hopefully I can find an OK place for around $800-900 and find a new job somewhere. I hate starting new. I get in a rut and like my rut. Making a new rut is so much work.

In more crappy news, we had to get rid of Cleo. Dan and I got in a small fight 2 days ago, and there were some loud noises (yelling) and some plates fell off the computer desk kind of loudly, which must have scared the crap out of her. I walk into the hallway and she literally attacks me. Hissing and growling and clawing me to death. My leg has 5 or 6 scratches, at least 10 puncture marks from her teeth (yes, teeth) and 2 really big ugly bruises. Some how Dan gets her off me, I collapse in the computer room, and Cleo gets shoved into the bedroom.
So, tears and bandages and torn skin later... Dan and I decide to have a shower because it's been a few days and we're feeling kinda sticky... and also to wash my wounds. Well, after getting out of the shower and opening the door, I get a shiver from all the cold air getting in and kind of shout "close the door" and she jumps at me and manages to get her claws/teeth on my hip and left hand. Bled like crazy because she managed to get a vein on my knuckle. O_o Craaaazy shit.
So, after waiting in the bathroom for probably half an hour and Dan making some weird McGyver moves to lock Cleo in the bedroom again,(ripped towel made into a weird rope and tied to my back scrubber thing as a weight to throw over the door, lmao) we call my parents (or more like Dad because mom was at work) and they come over with a pet carrier and some blankets. I get shoved into the computer room while they open the bedroom door to get Cleo out. She acts all normal and sweet to Mom as she sticks her hand out to pet her, and even normal to Dan.
So, they have her in the living room and checking her or something, when I leave the computer room and into the bedroom to make sure the four kittens are okay. I made the mistake of not closing the bedroom door completely. I'm petting one of the kittens when I hear everyone in the living room yelling out my name... I turn around to look at the door and I see her head pop out. She comes barreling at me and latches onto my left elbow ><. Luckily everyone ran in with her and grabbed her off me and into the pet carrier. God she's a fucking evil cat. I even walked by her in the carrier and she's hissing and growling.
Parents took her to their vet and he/she said there was nothing wrong with her, that she was acting perfectly fine. They told my parents that it could be hormones that changed her temperment or something. I don't get it. They took her to an SPCA in Red Deer on Sunday. I miss my baby.
Anyone wanna see pics of my bruises and cuts? Lol.

Still have 4 kittens if anyone in Edmonton wants to buy one. I'll take whatever I can get for them.