  Poor Lucas is suffering. He's not shedding anymore, he's been full-on moulting. His skin is dry, he's itchy, his nose has been running. I've been telling folks that he's allergic to people, and putting baby lotion with aloe on his tenderer bits. The unfortunate thing is that he rather enjoys the taste of the baby lotion. We've been able to work around it by making him stay in the same room as us and not letting him eat it.
It's been partially sucessful. Phoned a place called Yum bakery yesterday morning; they'd like to see me on Wednesday for an interview, and possibly a bit of a day's work. No experience is necessary, and the pay is slightly above minimum. And there will be baking involved (This part is key). I talked to the boss guy, and I have to say that he seems a bitter, bitter man. He spent an inordinate time telling me that it is really important to show up on Wednesday.
He highlighted this because three canidates or so have phoned to apply, then flaked out on the actual interview. He sounded like he got dumped. I suppose I'd be pissy too. The bakery is not the place I've applied to umpteen times, this is fresh blood. Whooo Guy was out and about this evening, that asshole. I keep drifting from window to window in the apartment, wondering where I'd get the best shot.
I figure on the roof of the laundry building, but there's this tree...ok, I don't really want to shoot him. Maybe just throw big rocks at him. Or smack him with paintballs. 
