A few Wednesdays ago I had new flooring installed in parts of my apartment. It was a very exciting event that had a surprising amount of bad side effects.
Bad Side Effect 1:
Due to the layout of my apartment, there was no place to put el gato that would be out of the way of the workers. I decided to put him in kitty day care for the day. Let the record show that I find the very idea of kitty day care to be ridiculous, but I was desperate. As is his custom, Vronsky cried the entire way to the kitty day care center. He spent approximately 8 hours there. This is the same amount of time that he spent at the vet when he was altered. I'm not joking when I say that if given the option, I am fairly certain he would pick being altered again over kitty day care. I have never seen him so upset. I had to go back into the cat containment center myself to get him back in his crate because he was swatting and hissing at the employee. Of my cats many faults, hissing and swatting out of anger or fear towards humans is not one of them. Ever. It took me and a handful of treats 5 minutes to coax him one foot forward. He refused to even eat the treats. In the end, I had to grab him, turn his crate vertically and just drop him into it. He was so beside himself. The ride home was silent. Not a cry. A whine. An accusatory meow. Nothing. Absolute silence. We got home where he became even more put out over the new flooring. I awoke not to his usual ruckus, but rather him glowering at me from the top of his tower. It took two days for him to recover.
Bad side effect 2:
Apparently the workers did not see fit to cover my stuff before beginning their work, so I came home to my entire apartment covered in a thick layer of dust. I am allergic to dust so this was not ideal. I ran to Target to stock up on cleaning supplies. This led directly to bad side effect number 3...
Bad side effect 3:
STRANGER DANGER AT TARGET. I went into Target to stock up on cleaning supplies. This went exceedingly well. I walked out to my car ecstatic with how the whole trip had gone. I got into my car and immediately realized that I had forgotten a key item on my list. I turned and went back into Target, picked up my item, and then decided that I should just wander the aisles a bit. As I was walking along, I crossed paths with a young-ish (Teens? Twenties?) man with a fairly severe staring problem. I thought he was creepy but we were going opposite directions, so I didn't worry about it too much. I am in desperate need of a new vacuum, so I stopped in the vacuum section to examine the available selection and look for deals. I was extremely absorbed in this task and therefore extremely caught off guard when there was nearby movement in my peripheral vision. I looked up and not two feet from me was the young man intensely watching me. For how long had he been standing there watching me as intently as I was studying vacuums??? I have never ran to the checkout at Target so fast in my life. I have also never been happier to have men in the checkout line behind me. I had already decided that if the creeper showed up to stare at me while I was standing in the checkout line, I was going to make friends fast with one of the non-staring males in line with me. Yes, the stranger danger from Stare-y McStareson was SO aggressively creepy that I would gladly encounter more stranger danger to put a barrier between him and me.
Also, I think it is worth mentioning that the Mr. Creeperton was wearing a red shirt. I am beginning to believe that there are a bunch of sick men that purposely wear red shirts to Target in hopes of creating opportunities to harass women. At least at Wal-Mart you go in expecting the worst. If you are caught off guard by stranger danger at Wal-Mart, that's on you. You should know better. Target, on the other hand, lulls you into a false sense of security through cleanliness and great style. When I walk into Wal-Mart I think to myself, "please don't anyone accidentally brush against me and transmit a disease." I assume that I am taking my life into my hands. When I walk into a Target, I am more concerned that I will end up spending 3 times the amount that I planned to spend. I am not worried about flesh-eating bacteria or serial killers at Target. And that's why the creeprs at Target get me. I'm not prepared. You would think I would learn, but then I walk into a Target and see the $1 spot and cute clothes and a Starbucks and all the well-lit pretty aisles inviting me to wander them and all my cares and worries just slip away.
Despite these bad side effects, I am super pleased to have vinyl instead of carpet in my dining room area. So much easier to keep nice! And, I got the carpet in my bedroom and living room cleaned (which came with its own list of good and bad side effects, but that's for later). If I would actually do laundry and dishes, my apartment would be looking super nice right now.