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dog housing success
Saturday, March 6th, 2010 12:53 pmZorro has become comfortable with her doghouse. At first when I started putting her bowl of food in there, she would look at me with a grief-stricken expression, as if I didn't love her anymore. But I continued doing it, and stuck many treats inside, and stabilized the floor better. For about a week she was hesitant and afraid of the doghouse, but then she went from only stepping inside with 2 paws in order to reach the food, to stepping in with all four paws, to turning around inside, and then to actually laying down inside, all within 2 days. Yesterday when me and Q came back from eating out, she was lying in her house sleepily watching us, and didn't even get up to come greet us when we opened the gate of the yard! Today I've put the 2nd half of the roof back on.
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Bro has come and gone. His airplane made it to Hawaii, so I assume he must have made it there as well, although I haven't heard from him yet.
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I've been working lots of extra hours at work, trying to meet a deadline. I've come to realize that the deadlines are never-ending and ever-shifting, yet I still feel like I need to try to meet this one. I keep thinking, that after this deadline, that is it, and that I'll go back to working my regular number of hours, regardless of what the managers say. But I rather enjoy part of the work I'm doing, and it feels good to accomplish things, which makes me procrastinate stopping work in the evenings. I'm still officially at 35 hours a week, and even though I've been averaging 40 hours or more for months now, I don't want to go officially back to 40 hours. It's nice to think that I'm only working extra hours because I want to, or because I've given in to doing it, as opposed to because I have too. And if I were officially at 40 hours, maybe I'd feel the need to put in even more overtime, just to feel like I was doing my "part". Other people are working weekends, but so far, I haven't been.
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Bro has come and gone. His airplane made it to Hawaii, so I assume he must have made it there as well, although I haven't heard from him yet.
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I've been working lots of extra hours at work, trying to meet a deadline. I've come to realize that the deadlines are never-ending and ever-shifting, yet I still feel like I need to try to meet this one. I keep thinking, that after this deadline, that is it, and that I'll go back to working my regular number of hours, regardless of what the managers say. But I rather enjoy part of the work I'm doing, and it feels good to accomplish things, which makes me procrastinate stopping work in the evenings. I'm still officially at 35 hours a week, and even though I've been averaging 40 hours or more for months now, I don't want to go officially back to 40 hours. It's nice to think that I'm only working extra hours because I want to, or because I've given in to doing it, as opposed to because I have too. And if I were officially at 40 hours, maybe I'd feel the need to put in even more overtime, just to feel like I was doing my "part". Other people are working weekends, but so far, I haven't been.