I came into work today to be ousted of my usual birds/small animal duties by a senile old lady that wants to take a crack at it. Fine. Be a whore. Stupid ass old lady. She took 5 hours to do a 1 and a half hour job. I had to COVER for her STUPID ass. I swears, if they give her birds/smanimal, I'm going to stab her in the neck. THE STUPID NECK!

I had to do aquatics/reptiles. I HATE aquatics, and reptiles ain't so fun. Even if you do get to hold the cute little baby Columbian Red-Tail Boas.... EVEN still. It sucks.

I walked into the backroom and discovered.... 91 dead bettas. All in individual cups of rotting fish juice. I was like "oh this day is not going to end well.." Irv made me individually drain each cup to bag the dead fish in their tiny little dead fish bags... Guess what? There aren't any sinks in the back room of aquatics.

Aquatics have no sinks. Yeah. Stupid, right?
I had to drain them into a bucket, and regularly climb over the old feeder tank, over the water purifier and drop the contaminated fish lepresy juice which was rust colored with blood and feces about six feet into a target that wa slike, the size of a fucking toaster.

I ended up reeking of dead fish, stressed out, and taking Alicia (said stupid old lady)'s service calls, because she's incapable of taking them herself, the stupid WHORE!

Oh, and my ferret rules, his name is The Cheat. All bow down. It is hilarious. He's the Cheat.