(Mice) killers wanted

Ugh, yeah, there is really nothing to write about. Although actually, I am wrong, there is a ton to write about, it’s just I have to write so many papers that at some point, writing anything is a drag.

This reminds me, as part of my field placement responsibilities, I have to write these ‘Process Recordings’ which essentially is a way for the supervisors to read what the student is learning and what the student is doing. It’s kind of like a diary, too, they always encourage people to write about feelings that emerge after having to counsel a client after a suicide attempt. Basically, it’s cheap therapy for the student. Cheap task-oriented self-reflection. It reeks of social work.

This week was my spring break. I spent five days in Cancun. It was amazing, the copious amounts of alcohol were counter-balanced with all-night table top dancing and all-day napping on the beach. It’s the most balanced lifestyle – you get nutrients from alcohol, exercise from dancing, and much needed r & r on the beach. The tan and sex is the dessert.

OK, well that was a lie.

Actually, all week I sat around in my apartment, looking for jobs, updating my resume, and writing stuff about sex work and drug use. I also met with former colleagues and begged for jobs and references to places to work. It doesn’t sound as glamorous as five days in Cancun and there is definitely no healthy balance in this lifestyle but I managed to pack in some much needed and nutritious calories by drinking several Guinnesses with a friend in green three-quarter capris.

That was a lie, too; my friend wore green quarter pants. Happy St. Patrick’s!

More importantly, my life lately has evolved around trying to kill mice in my apartment. The first mouse appeared sometime in mid-December and at first I thought it was kind of cute. I used to have pet rats so having little fuzzy creatures romping around at night didn’t bother me too much. Until they (it) started eating my bagels. That’s where I drew the line because there is never enough time for breakfast in the morning and a pumpernickel bagel with butter really hits the spot. And helps the digestive system.

Anyways, I am on mouse four now. Since the Pied Piper is unsure of his return back to town, there is mice poop in the most random parts of my kitchen, and I had to throw away about six bagels by now, I decided to consult with several friends who used to have/currently have mice. There is consent about steel wool which I duly stuffed into a hole behind the stove but unfortunately, as recommended by a website, I didn’t have concrete to pour on top the steel wool. Concrete in New York? I don’t even know where the closest Home Depot is located. We also have a bunch of traps, one of which seems to work really well (it killed three so far) but I am too lazy to get my drunken landlord to set them up. So, as I discovered this morning, my bagels keep being nibbled on. Dammit.