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 I know to some of you the fact that we were having feelings yesterday over a fish may seem dumb. But let me tell you, he was a good fish. It hit B hard around 7pm last night. She needed to go through old pics to get the image of him floating out of her head. I had my breakdown while I was burying him in the yard. Yes, I buried him. He deserved it. We nursed and raised that little fish from a tiny 1" little thing into the protector of all the other little fish. He was big and dumb and wonderful. The tank seems empty without him. So much so that we are probably going to get rid of the tank. Without him in it, they don't need as much room. Drop them down to half the size possibly. We shall see what happens after christmas. 

I cleaned like crazy yesterday. I needed to focus my feelings into something. Like scrub the bathtub kind of cleaning. Did three loads of laundry. Just needed to put my mind somewhere else for a while. I did have one moment where I pulled a passive aggressive dig at a client. This pain in the ass one from last week and before, on Friday sent a message saying they wanted us to schedule them for 12/18. Well I shot that down on Friday but yesterday the fucker that has been the real troublemaker sends a message. Now in our reply, our sales guy gave him three dates in Jan that would work. This fucker responds back saying "oh we though three days heads-up would be enough time to schedule something. here's 5 dates that work for us". Not a SINGLE one of his dates matched the three we sent. It was with great pleasure that I got to respond last night at 8pm saying 'sorry, none of those dates align to what we have available. please see X's reply on dates that work. also, at this time of year you need 3-4 weeks notice to get on my schedule. normally it's 2-3 weeks. 3 days will never be enough notice'. Dickhead. I can't wait until we are done with these fuckers.

But it was nice to have something to focus my anger and rage on, even briefly. 

I have a full week this week. 10-6, 10-6, 9-5, 9-5, 10-6. Times suck, but at least I am fully booked. Same thing next week. Then I am done for the fucking year.