...shut up and eat.
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Save The Rats
The fuckers wrote me up.
They wrote me up for the mistake I made. I admit to the mistake- but in no way do I feel it constitutes a write-up- because ultimately it did not effect anybody or anything. Now I have to tell my background investigator. Fan-fucking-tastic. I hate my job.
Not only that but it's been a hard week.
Took Sway in to the vet. The vet determined that her gelatinous little body is due to fluid build up. Resulting from some sort of possible organ failure or at best, fluid leakage from her masses. So he gave me a medication that helps that- basically treating the symptom. I did some research with my new Rat Health Guide and determined from it that it is mostly likely congestive heart failure, due to enlarged heart. There are medications she could be on to prolong her life and make her comfortable. So when I get back from AZ, I have an appointment so that I can run that by her vet and possibly get it prescribed. No point in getting it now, because unfortunately I cannot rely on my sister to administer the medication. Hopefully she'll be ok by the time I get back. I'm pretty much not happy about leaving her this time. Please cross your fingers for her.
People were particular jerks at work this week.
Then the foster dad for two of our special needs ratties turned them in today. A 3 year, 2 month old rattie who has recovered from her surgery, and my former foster that recently lost her sister (death), and requires regular teeth trimming. I am so concerned that they are going to stay an extremely long time in the shelter due to their conditions (age or teeth issues). They are super cool ratties, but I feel like no one will appreciate them. I am concocting plans in my head to help them in some way., maybe ultimately taking them myself. They get along with each other, so it would just be nice to have them in a home. Maybe I'll foster them. Who knows. I don't want any of the evil people that walk through the shelter to have them.
I have noticed that the people with the "good intentions" are some of the most evil people on the planet. It's true. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I had somebody call me trying to set up a sit-a-long that is required for my bid on the dispatcher job. I called them back and left a message but haven't received a call back yet. I may try again Monday or leave another message for the lady tomorrow so that they know I'm available all Monday.
I have a lot of stuff to get done tomorrow and Monday. I work Tuesday, then Wednesday- on the plane I go!
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