Day 13 (Pet CPR Class Eve)
I’m still not used to getting up early. I mean, I know it’s not all that early, but my other job bartending is much better suited to my sleeping schedule, so it’s a pain in the ass to have to get out of bed at 10 when I’m used to being up until 4 or 5.
So when The Man With the Dogs called at 9, I got resentful. I looked at my phone to see who was calling. It said “Unknown”, which doesn’t fool anyone. Guess what? If the same person always calls with a blocked number, it’s not going to be a longshot to figure out who “Unknown” is. I went back to sleep, only to be woken up again about fifteen minutes later with another call from Unknown, which I also ignored.
About an hour later, while making coffee, I listened to the messages. There was nothing urgent about them. One was:
OK, so don’t forget the Pet CPR class is tomorrow. You have the address, and the other walker you’ll be meeting there has the check paying for the class, so you’re all set. It should be fun, so have a good time.
I laughed and deleted it.
The second message was:
I gave [another walker] your phone number. She wants to meet up with you outside or downstairs before the class, so here’s her number, give her a call and you can set it up with her.
Great. Does she want me to hold her hand throughout the class, too? For one thing, I don’t think it’s necessary to wait around for someone in a lobby when we can just as easily go there seperately. I don’t get it. I’ll see you there, for christs’s sake.
For another thing, The Man With the Dogs is the one who scheduled evening walks for two of the dogs tomorrow, and advised the instructor that I might be running a few minutes late, so he should know as well as I do that it’s pointless to meet this girl beforehand.
I didn’t write down her number, but I saved that message and drank coffee, marvelling at the level of disorganization.
I wondered about the Pet CPR class intermittently throughout the day. I had told a few friends about it, and they delightedly speculated about it along with me.
“I didn’t even know Pet CPR existed. Are you going to do mouth-to-mouth on dogs?” asked one.
“I have no idea. But I have a feeling that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” I said.
It had occurred to me, but now I thought about it more in-depth. Ugh.
“Hopefully it’ll only be dummies of dogs.” I said.
“What? Are you serious? I want to go!” said another.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re not in the dog-walking field, so I don’t think you’d be allowed to. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to tape the whole thing.”
“Do you even know human CPR?” asked another.
“No.” I admitted.
I pictured the class taking place in a big, gymnasium-like room, with flourescent lighting buzzing overhead and a group of a dozen or so people sitting in a circle. I imagined we would all take turns practicing resuscitation. This was going to be good.
So when The Man With the Dogs called at 9, I got resentful. I looked at my phone to see who was calling. It said “Unknown”, which doesn’t fool anyone. Guess what? If the same person always calls with a blocked number, it’s not going to be a longshot to figure out who “Unknown” is. I went back to sleep, only to be woken up again about fifteen minutes later with another call from Unknown, which I also ignored.
About an hour later, while making coffee, I listened to the messages. There was nothing urgent about them. One was:
OK, so don’t forget the Pet CPR class is tomorrow. You have the address, and the other walker you’ll be meeting there has the check paying for the class, so you’re all set. It should be fun, so have a good time.
I laughed and deleted it.
The second message was:
I gave [another walker] your phone number. She wants to meet up with you outside or downstairs before the class, so here’s her number, give her a call and you can set it up with her.
Great. Does she want me to hold her hand throughout the class, too? For one thing, I don’t think it’s necessary to wait around for someone in a lobby when we can just as easily go there seperately. I don’t get it. I’ll see you there, for christs’s sake.
For another thing, The Man With the Dogs is the one who scheduled evening walks for two of the dogs tomorrow, and advised the instructor that I might be running a few minutes late, so he should know as well as I do that it’s pointless to meet this girl beforehand.
I didn’t write down her number, but I saved that message and drank coffee, marvelling at the level of disorganization.
I wondered about the Pet CPR class intermittently throughout the day. I had told a few friends about it, and they delightedly speculated about it along with me.
“I didn’t even know Pet CPR existed. Are you going to do mouth-to-mouth on dogs?” asked one.
“I have no idea. But I have a feeling that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” I said.
It had occurred to me, but now I thought about it more in-depth. Ugh.
“Hopefully it’ll only be dummies of dogs.” I said.
“What? Are you serious? I want to go!” said another.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You’re not in the dog-walking field, so I don’t think you’d be allowed to. Don’t worry, though. I’m going to tape the whole thing.”
“Do you even know human CPR?” asked another.
“No.” I admitted.
I pictured the class taking place in a big, gymnasium-like room, with flourescent lighting buzzing overhead and a group of a dozen or so people sitting in a circle. I imagined we would all take turns practicing resuscitation. This was going to be good.
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