The surveys are in. Polls have been taken. And my approval rating is at an all time low. I’m really going to have to do something special to improve or another Girl will be able to move in and beat me at the next election.
First there was Jigger-gate last weekend. Enough said.
Then, once we finally got that resolved, The Boy and I both made bad political moves by returning to work on Monday. Not only did we not ask Kitten Thunder if it was okay, we disregarded their opinion when they reached out to us.
And it was a busy week.
I had what some might consider a “crap ton” of client work, plus two bracelets to finish for the silent auction at the Fur Ball that is this weekend. The Boy had a 6:30 a.m. meeting (WHA?!?) and a meeting Monday night. I also had a meeting Monday night, but I couldn’t find it. Instead, I spent half an hour driving up and down the road looking for it before giving in to my headache and going home. Where I had more client work. And bracelets. This meant NO snuggle time for either kitten.
Unacceptable.
Tuesday was more of the same. I worked all the way through the day with no lunch break. Oliver supervised from his box on my desk. He mostly expressed his displeasure in no snuggling. But I did NOTHING to fix the situation, other than suggest that HE should come sit in my lap. Why, he wanted to know, should he do all the work?
On top of this, Obi wasn’t asking for belly rubs. Tuesday night we finally confronted him. Was he giving up belly rubs for Lent? It turns out, he wasn’t asking because he didn’t want to be rejected. Now that is cleared up and The Boy’s approval ratings have soared. It also doesn’t hurt that The Boy is fighting off a cold so he’s had more couch time than usual.
In an attempt to bolster my own ratings, I announced my plans for Pajama Wednesday. Kitten Thunder loves Pajama Wednesday. But, after a small spike, my ratings plummeted when they discovered that I intended to work. At my desk. And THEN, in the afternoon, I got dressed. IN CLOTHES! (This last paragraph isn’t quite true…I didn’t actually intend to spend all day in my pajamas and only realized I wasn’t IN the clothes I’d ironed when I started thinking about leaving) And then I left.
Unacceptable.
This morning, I was the one with a crack of too early in the morning meeting. The day started out great with my curling iron going berserk and frying a chunk of my bangs. It was so hot, the whole section just disintegrated. And it smelled horrible.
Obi did not approve.
Then I was gone all morning. When I returned, I sat on the couch to eat lunch. Oliver was not coveting on the back of the couch and he wrinkled his nose because my hair still smelled like I’d set it on fire.
Oli did not approve.
Then I left again.
No one, not even me, approved.
Now, all the big projects are done and tomorrow is just another work day. Hopefully the kittehs will stick with me until Saturday. I think I can pull out all the stops on Saturday and recover in the polls.
After all, I have a great platform: the couch.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Yikes! I hope your bangs aren’t too horribly mangled.
Somehow, there is not a giant hole in my bangs. A couple weeks ago, I sneezed while trimming them and have some too short bangs on one side. I gave myself thicker bangs to blend them. Then I did this with the curling iron in the exact same spot! I have an appointment with my stylist tomorrow – she’s going to laugh at me. But it wasn’t so bad that I needed an emergency appointment last week. So there’s that.