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On A Pale Horse
Welcome to "monday".
First day at work this week and I come into chaos. It's been pretty normal, however, it's worse than usual. Our animal care manager quit for personal reasons (read: abusive boyfriend took it to the edge so she bought a ticket and left for home- tennessee). So essentially half our shelter side management is now gone- and laying the heavy hand of stress on my direct boss- who already was stressed to the max. She also has M.S. and has physical issues from time to time. This will likely cause flare-ups.
I also had yet another extreme asshole come to the shelter. We weren't even open yet, however, even after I told him I'd take the stray cat in, he threatened to kill it. Seriously? Seriously? You're going to sit there and even AFTER I tell you I'll take the cat off your hands you say something like that to an animal welfare worker? Seriously? I took the carrier out of his hand, not even caring if he'd need it back, and told him to leave. I put the cat down on my counter and went outside to write down his license plate- not that animal control ever really does anything- it was more to freak him out and you know what he does? Yells out the window that "you guys suck". Seriously?
I swear to god. I'm near the edge with these people and this fucking job. Granted I have a job, but I'd almost rather be collecting unemployment at this point. However, I'll muster through, since I know looking for a job right now is just about equal a pain in the ass as that jerk mentioned above.
Talked to Arizona Boy today. He came back from the funeral for his friend who committed suicide this weekend only to get some disturbing news. They found the guy's will and apparently he had notes to a lot of people. His note to AZB thanked him for knowing what he was planning and not trying to stop him. That kind of shook AZB, because he knew nothing of the sort, even talked to the guy two days before he did the deed and his friend even mentioned to him coming over to see him. Of course anybody who is in the state of mind to kill themselves aren't always going to make sense and have their own delusions. AZB just seems to be worried about how this might affect the family's view of him- if they take the note to heart.
So I'm a bit stressed. This was not a good way to start my week. I should have gone to the gym to blow off some steam, however, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So instead I bought a pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar's and ate more than half of it. Topped off by 3 Airhead candies from Halloween.
Still not satisfied, it was a clear day and I haven't gotten Wicked out in three weeks. So I took him out for a drive, a nice long one. It's going to rain for the rest of the week including my days off, again, according to the weather people. Which is contributing to my sour mood. I swear I get that syndrome where if I don't see the sun, I get depressed and moody. We need the rain, so I don't begrudge that- but I can't control that tendency. I guess I could get one of those sun lamps that simulates sunlight. But with what money?
Thanks to the lovely state of CA, we will now have another penny state sales tax soon. So my money will count for less. Plus the vehicle license fees are doubling from what I understand. I may be getting 100 back from the CA government this year- but I guarantee you I may be paying them next year. What a fucking crock. Fucking. Crock. Even if I ask for a raise from work I understand you're lucky if you get 25 cents. Woooohoooo.
Trying to focus on something more positive.....
My rats are doing very well again. No signs of illness or injury. Sway is recovering very well from her cyst removal. She still healing at her incision sites, but they look really good. Slink has no signs of her pneumonia. I've been running the humidifier 24/7 which helps their breathing. Go figure that the air is drier in the winter than the summer! But it's true! So I'm taking no chances. In addition to their normal routine of fresh foods in the morning and baby food at night I've taken to giving them fruit yogurt when I take them out to play at night to help with their good bacteria count in their tummies.
I really love my ratties. They've gotten me through a lot. Granted the littlest, Switch wasn't with me yet, but when I worked for the motel chain, Slink and Sway helped keep me sane. I always looked forward to going back to my room and seeing them, hanging out with them. I loved the fact that they seemed happy to travel with me in my car, in their little cage, all cozied up for the long rides. Keeping me entertained. They're wonderful. I don't want to think about it, but I don't know what I'm going to do without them.
Galaxie is doing good. Her final round of shots were done so we're thankfully sailing for a while with the vet care. She is such a pleasure to have around like my other pets. They always make me smile and relieve some of my stress. Galaxie usually comes running when I come home to say hello. That's really nice to see. I can't be mad for too long after walking in the door.
All the other animals seem to be doing ok too. All three hammies are puttering along. The fighting fish is also seemingly doing quite well.
So not everything is bad. Some things are very, very good. Thank goodness for them or I'd have been hanging from the rafters a long time ago.
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