I think I've mentioned my pet pig, Corky, a few times before. He was a miniature potbelly pig that The Boyfriend had gotten me for Christmas (since I'd practically been begging for one) and he was THE sweetest thing. He was my baby. Anyways, I'd been working alot and was scheduled to be at Hooters all day sunday (the 9th) so I asked The Boyfriend to hang out with Pig, as we very fondly called him in many variations. He said he would, since he was getting his 5 year old daughter that day and wouldn't have to work. So I guess the two of them spent all day with Pig (his daughter LOVED him), taking him on car rides and feeding him multiple times in the day. he was never outside. I didn't get home from Hooters until around 6 or so and it very quickly got dark. Stupidly, I didn't think to go look for Pig and bring him inside. HOWEVER, it was quickly brought to my attention that central georgia was expecting a monster of a snowstorm that night, so of course I had to go find him. As I walked onto the deck, I saw Pig had pushed the gate away from the deck steps and was no longer in his little area. No big deal, he did that constantly, but he usually took cover under the deck until I got home. I stood on the deck and called his name for something like 15 minutes and when I didnt hear my sweetie snorting and running up the stairs, I got worried. I searched high and low, all over the yard, in ever corner and under every bush; No Corky. Finally, I enlisted the help of The Boyfriend as I was nearly in tears at this point.
"baby, Pig's gone."
"what?!"
"I can't find him. He got off the decxk again and he's not coming when I call him"
"shit"
The Boyfriend grabbed a flashlight and for the next two hours we walked up and down the yard looking for my sweet pig. Nothing. Not even a snort. Finally, we decided he must have known the storm was coming, burrowed under some leaves, and that he'd pop up in the morning. I had to be up early for work and so did The Boyfriend, so we called off the search for the night. That wasn't the end. As I turned around to go back up on the deck I heard The Boyfriend say something that sounded like "Oh my God..." He was pointing his flashlight into a tiny hole built into the cement, next to the pool. It was something of a drainage hole, made completely of cement that filled with water at the bottom and then t-ed off until it came out on the side of the pool. Poor Corky had fallen in, gotten stuck and eventually, passed away. How? I do not know. WHY? I couldn't tell you that either. All I know was that he was cold to the touch when I went to "wake him up" and I instantly started crying. I couldn't look at him and I certantly couldnt touch him again. God only knew how long he'd been there.
The Boyfriend was almost more upset than I was, and actually cried (which amazed me. he's not one for showing much emotion.) It was a sad moment, but all i could think was that if I'd just gone to check on him when I got home or sent david out to see how he was while I was at work, I'd still be the proud mommy off a little black piglet with white feet. I miss him so much, and so far, I've dreamed about him every night. I dont think I'll get another pet for awhile.
In other news, Central Georgia has practically been blown off the map the past two days. I woke up to snow and ice covering practically everything AND Hooters closed their doors at 4:00, so I wasn't required to go in. It was also mine and The Boyfriends 6 month anniversary, so we spent the day playing in the snow and cuddling up watching movies. We had been planning on a nice formal dinner and maybe a movie, but since we we're snowed in, that wasn't really possible. Despite that, it was THE perfect way to spend my anniversary; Just sitting around with the guy I love, being able to kiss him whenever I darn well please. And not having to don the orange shorts, hah!
Today, I was schedued to work at 10 am. So I slipped into my uniform and proceeded to chip the 2 inches of ice that had built up on my car over the past two nights. However, when i actually pulled into Hooters, I was the only one there. I waited around for about a half hour to 45 minutes and when nobody called me or came to tell me we were closed, I just assumed the doors were shut and drove away. So, here I am now. At starbucks, typing this. Aren't you glad?
Nothing else is really going on. Hopefully we'll be open tomorrow so I can finish my training and load up on interesting things to tell you. I did get into some problems on my last shift though. Theres a table of regulars (mainly Chef and Walt) who sit in the exact same place on a daily basis and stay until we close (usually). Today, I was closing out my tables and happened to be walking by theirs. A man grabbed my arm, put a hand on top of my head and pushed me down, trying to see the top of my head. I laughed it off, he laughed and said...
"you a natural blonde?"
"no sir" I chirped "you just looked right at my dark brown roots"
I laughed. he laughed. whatever.
and THEN, he continued to say "Well, I'd like to see the top of your head later tonight" and winked at me.
Okay, first of all EW. second of all BARF. And thirdly, does this man talk to his grandkids with his mouth? I mean, I'm probably young enough to BE one of his grandkids. So...fucking EW. I kindof chuckled and made an excuse to leave the table, while his actual Hooters Girl frowned at me and told me "not to be so sensetive."
Back up bitch.
Ugh. People sometimes. I don't believe I had anhy other interesting news, so I'll leave it here. The Boyfriend is leaving work because of the ice as well, so we're going to Cracker Barrel and then cuddling up in bed together. Sweet Dreams :)
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