The Move Of Shame

Well, I'm gonna do it....I'm gonna make the "Move of Shame" and move in with my parents.

Yep, I'm lame.

My plan is to stay there for about 6-8 weeks, and in that amount of time I am hoping for decent housing to open up, but we will see. Plus, I'll be able to save about $1500-$2000 in that amount of time, which isn't a bad deal either.

So, tomorrow is the big moving day. Cameltoes (a.k.a. Chief Pounds on Toes) and I will get to enjoy moving in the rain and the cold. Kinda like when Big R and I moved my stuff to southeast Houston. Ah, memories.

I also got chewed out both verbally and via email because I move too much. I was trying to order some medication for a dog on Monday. When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I had a nasty email saying that they needed a copy of my "current veterinary license." Since I wasn't near a fax then, I planned on waiting until today to fax it.

Well, last night, the lady called me. She was not very happy with me. She said, "I wish I could move 3 times in a year. It's not that I don't trust you, but..........we really need proof that you are a practicing veterinarian, so send us your license."

She verbally bitch-slapped me from across the country, and I didn't do anything wrong. Plus, I am the one that has to actually go the extra mile here, not her. She is from New Jersey, so that explains a lot. Plus, I ain't exactly trying to order Special K to sell to all of the kids. I'm buying joint supplements for a dog with arthritis.

I just called them to see if they got my fax, and so now I can order the medicine. Yipee!

Keep on keepin' on.