So I have 18 hours next week. Eesh. I was offended at first, until I saw that only one other person has more hours than I, James. James will beg, borrow, and steal hours to get as many as possible, so it's natural that they gave him a lot; if you want to count 24 hours as "a lot". Every other employee got 14 hours or less. Tim got four. It's times like these that I feel quite sorry for the salaried employees.
Bacci is recovering VERY well. She's been extreeeeemely lovvy to me over the last week. As I type this, she's sitting on my lap, purring her soul out, and gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes.
Ooh, which reminds me: I need a wonderful volunteer that may be available next Tues or Wed or Thurs, to take Bacci and me to the vet to get her stitches removed. Will buy lunch