Being a Brat
Jan. 18th, 2006 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthyaSunday 3:01 pm
I'm sort of tired of everyone just thinking chimps are adorable and easy to take care of. People come here for an hour and snuggle and leave just as Etaito gets bitey.
And they all say "You have the best job in the world" ... and yes, this job is incredibly cool, absolutely.
But the best job in the world? I don't think I can say that in good conscience. I can't forget the trauma that these chimps have undergone.
When Balume, Etaito's favorite caregiver, took off this morning (he's "off" today as per the schedule), Etaito screamed, loudly, for an HOUR.
I was sort of isolationist today and just stayed in the house behind the bars, painting the main room. I'm glad I started without Ben, because he never showed up.
I hate to say this, but right now, today, I'm bored. I'm systematically watching TV shows one by one while I paint and do other things. I don't really have anyone to talk to - while I waited for the paint to dry, I made mixes today, and wrote a letter, but I'm just sort of ... stewing. And then I feel guilty, because I'm supposed to be enjoying "the best job in the world"...
Maybe tomorrow will be better. I miss yummy food.
I'm sort of tired of everyone just thinking chimps are adorable and easy to take care of. People come here for an hour and snuggle and leave just as Etaito gets bitey.
And they all say "You have the best job in the world" ... and yes, this job is incredibly cool, absolutely.
But the best job in the world? I don't think I can say that in good conscience. I can't forget the trauma that these chimps have undergone.
When Balume, Etaito's favorite caregiver, took off this morning (he's "off" today as per the schedule), Etaito screamed, loudly, for an HOUR.
I was sort of isolationist today and just stayed in the house behind the bars, painting the main room. I'm glad I started without Ben, because he never showed up.
I hate to say this, but right now, today, I'm bored. I'm systematically watching TV shows one by one while I paint and do other things. I don't really have anyone to talk to - while I waited for the paint to dry, I made mixes today, and wrote a letter, but I'm just sort of ... stewing. And then I feel guilty, because I'm supposed to be enjoying "the best job in the world"...
Maybe tomorrow will be better. I miss yummy food.
