My Life Has Gone To The Dog

My parents are on vacation this week. Since I am unemployed I am making a little extra cash by watching the family dog. Plus my sister won't do it, something about a long commute. I think she's just a slacker. Anyway I showed up on Saturday afternoon and found a note. It was addressed to me and Cassie (our dog). It listed tasks for the week. Water the tomatoes, mow the lawn and put out the trash. But it didn't say who should do what. Well last night I talked to my Dad and asked who should do what job. He said that Cassie's role was more supervisory in nature. Great, first I get laid-off, now I am being supervised by a creature who's main goal in life is to lick her paws and eat cat poo. THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!! Way to kick a guy while he's down. I am filing a grievance with my union...wait I don't have a union. Alright I'm joining a union then filing a grievance. I am positive my new union brothers and sisters won't stand for this. Long live House Watchers Local #13! But until then I think Cassie wants another biscuit and I think we are watching Lassie again. Yeah!