RIP Icky

Work sucks and my hermit crab of 2.5 years just died.

I should have stayed at TPW for another few years, even if it meant being part-time, making chump change and not having vision benefits. I believe the death of Icky is directly related to my busy work schedule. Those bastards killed Icky.

 

It could have been his change in diet. I use to feed him this special crab food that stunk. I switch to flakes with coconut and he loved it at first. Then he just stopped eating for about a month. I 'm going to check if the food was made in China.

 

Though, he had a good life a large cage, a log to roll around, a climbing wall and a little wading pool with a palm tree.

 

I'll always remember his molting. We threw him a pirate party. It was pretty awesome

 

Classes start next week and i'm strangly looking forward to them.

We can't really commute in together any more since I wake up at 5:45 AM and try to get to work by 7 AM. But we try to catch a commute home together, especially on the quiet days. She sends me a message or I send her a message, 'hey, ETD (estimated time of departure)?' and we'll debate it over. If she sends me the message, I know anymore then half an hour and she'll reply back, 'okay, I'll just take off now.' It's not a big deal for me to stay later though. I get overtime pay and perks like dinner and a cab home, but the twenty minutes of company is nice.

We meet on the corner of 17th and Connecticut, her side of the street. It's cold and she waves me to the escalator and we race down. We sit next to each other on the train. I take her work keys and tease her, and when I put them back I take her lip gloss. She doesn't notice until I make fun of her big bag. And we talk about our day. She pokes at me leg telling me about her crazy boss. She picks her cat's cat hair off me while I tell her about her crazy cats morning shenanigans.