maryuu: (ho-kay then)
It's really pathetic when I need to turn to the Network hoping for advice, but here goes.

Uh... say you find this stray cat. There are a lot of stray cats around, right? And you think you might be able to take care of this one. Problem is, it's a stray because its owners used to kick it around. It's scared of you, won't trust you, and maybe scratches you or bites you if you get too close.

But you know that Animal Control is going to clean out the part of the city where the cat lives sometime soon. And you don't want it getting killed or sent to a pound. You like the cat and could take good care of it if you could just get it to come with you of its own will.

How can you get it to trust you?

...this is so lame.

[ooc: we're fresh out of this log, just got back home, and are brainstorming what to do about Nessiah. You never would have guessed, right?]
maryuu: (do you want to die?)
I got a pay cut.

I got a pay cut.

I got a pay cut.

Yes, I probably could have kept up with things better, but was it really my fault for accidentally getting contaminated with quicksilver on the way to work? Argh. They cut my pay for being late, even though it's been all over the news and the network about the quicksilver fiasco and everything. They said I'm just lucky they're not firing me--the only reason they're not is that it was all over the place.


Maybe they're right, but that still stings. Man, how am I going to pay for my off-weeks AND the apartment now?

...also, to anybody who happened to run into me while I was nuts on that stuff... I can't remember what I said and did very well, but I'm sure I wound up making an ass of myself. Sorry you had to deal with me then.


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