welp, today was a mcfucking disaster of minor proportions (in that no one got hurt or sick)
I ordered a new fridge on black friday because I looked at my old one, it looked back, coughed, and said "but I'm fine tho" so it was time. It was to be delivered today, and the old one hauled away.
So I work from home, around noon I haul all my food into various cold places (coolers, the outdoors where it's colder than a witch's tit out there...) and then I figure out: my doorbell is broken.
My doorbell is tied in through my damn security system app, and with the 2000 step process to connect a new one, it's just better to go call the security system tech to summon help.
the tech arrives, asks me some questions, warns me that if it's an electrical error, I need to call an electrician until I point out: I have done this before, when it gets too cold it cannot function normally, and all I have to do is unplug it from the housing and charge it up before it worked for another few months. This time, the thing won't even CHARGE. It's clearly the doorbell, and I'll have an electrician (me with rubber gloves) fix it this spring. Get the new doorbell SCHEDULED, finally, but as this kerfuffle is kerfuffling, my fridge guys arrive.
I have to fight the fridge guys to put the door so it will open towards the rest of the room, and not towards the wall, which will prevent it from opening enough to function.
"It will block people from coming in though!"
Sir you've never cooked around my folks, that is a gd blessing, put the door so it opens towards the left please.
They put the fridge in.
In ALL of this, my cat is terrified, there's loud noises, there's a lot of different voices, I'm tense, there's PEOPLE, so she decides she's going to: go to the basement and find her special secret corner that I do not know about, nor can I fit in, and hide.
This is fine, usually after this kind of chaos she comes back within an hour of quiet and everything's fine...
Hour 1 passes while I'm putting the food into the new fridge. No Cat, normal but I'd feel better if I knew where she was hiding.
Hour 2 passes and I'm getting sus but working to tell a coworker that yes, actually, we did need to call for that more expensive option and here's why, but no cat.
Hour 3: I'm getting hungry, and panicked. It was windy today, it's cold as shit, the cat is still missing, and I just had a couple of contractors that had the doors open. Also there's garbage EVERYWHERE because it was garbage day, and with the wind and the fact that Mrs Kit-and-Kaboodle doesn't believe in trash bags of any sort, there is trash EVERYWHERE outside. I clean that up in my yard, calling for my goober creature, because ffs where is my lil baby?
Hour 3.5: a couple friends convince me to do a quiet hobby and eat while chatting with them over the phone to try and calm me down. They're both thinking that if the cat DID get outside, she will find her way back, but it's unlikely she got outside, and they correctly guessed that in this entire damn chaos, I forgot to eat.
Hour 4: OUT SAUNTERS, WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD, THE CAT. She does not give two shits about the fact that I was sobbing, she does not care that I had spent 4 hours SCREAMING for her. She stares at me, and then she walks past me to the cat traps I set to go smack the birds on TV.
I did eat. I did finish work. I only cried a lil bit.
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