Le sigh. Artemis, after an apparent recovery, took a massive turn for the worse last night, losing all of her colour and going a wierd, bruised whitish grey, like a dead fish, and bloating. She seemed on the point of pine-coning. Of course, I only discovered this when I went to bed, so I had to do an emergency water change. Unfortunately, I was already late in getting to bed because my mum and my sister were both in pain and needed a massage, which I had given.
I haven't seen Artemis yet because I woke up so early this morning that it was still dark. I'm going back up now to check on her, now that the sun's up. Unfortunately, this has all made my cold worse, and Willoughby has sneezed blood on my nice clean cage. Again.
Le sigh.
Can anyone direct me to a thread on removing the metal from the Zoomed leaf hammocks? I bought one yesterday, but my dad broke it within an hour of me getting it home.
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Earlier today I visited my new client. Her son believes it is okay to kick the dog to correct it! I wanted so bad to kick that boy in the stomach to show how the dog feels. But being a professional, I had to bite the bullet and educate him the correct ways of correcting a dog and respecting a dog.
My brother is big on the entitlement problem. He says too many people expect stuff to be given to them for free. That's true but there are people out there who really need it. Sometimes I think he's talking about me because I'm kn disability but I'm not drawing off of taxpayers! I'm drawing off of my dad who didn't live long enough to draw social security himself. I hate people who think I live off of my mother.
Artemis seemed to be recovering and then took a massive turn for the worse and died whilst I was at work.
I passed my summer law course, but barely.
I have done all the reading for Fringe Benefit Tax, although I'm still not sure how to calculate it properly, but for some reason our teacher decided he was going to look at Business Tax, which we aren't supposed to do til next week, and do FBT next week instead.
The washing machine is broken. This doesn't bother me so much for my own clothes, but my rats need their bedding changed daily to help with their respiratory problems, and I can't get their stuff washed enough for me to do that.
My dad broke my betta hammock.
I desperately need to sleep or do uni stuff tomorrow, but I have to work instead.
Amazing how lots of tiny things can just add up and weigh down on you and make it really hard to remember the good stuff. On the plus side, I know that if I really think about it, there is a lot of good stuff in my life. I pray I can always remember that and stay grateful.
My brother is big on the entitlement problem. He says too many people expect stuff to be given to them for free. That's true but there are people out there who really need it. Sometimes I think he's talking about me because I'm kn disability but I'm not drawing off of taxpayers! I'm drawing off of my dad who didn't live long enough to draw social security himself. I hate people who think I live off of my mother.
Actually yes you are. Your entitlement comes from your father paying enough to become insured or to insure his wife/widow and surviving children or disabled adult children, should your disability have been diagnosed before age 22, if your entitlement is as a Disabled Adult Child. Your money, though, comes from today's taxpayers. It is the money entering social security today, which is what pays for your monthly benefit, comes from current social security taxes, particularly if what you receive is SSI. The issue is that what is used today by social security receipients is much more than was paid into it by them. Same goes for medicare. Social security needs a serious overhaul if it is to survive as a program, and IRS needs to get its butt in gear and collect from all those employers who retain social security from their employees but don't pay their part.
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