Lesson for the day

[mousme]

Never, ever, under any circumstances, utter the words: "I don't see how this week could get worse."

Especially not before the aforementioned week is over.



There's just nothing like having a vet reduce you to tears by telling you basically that you're a cruel, wanton, heartless bitch because you can't afford a $600+ dollar operation for your cat.

Really. Because I didn't feel bad about my cat being in chronic pain. Not at all. Nope. It never caused me a moment of guilt. Never a second thought.

So, this to the nice vet who made me dissolve into hiccuping sobs in his office: fuck you, you self-righteous son of a bitch. I hope you feel good about yourself now, having saved another cat from a terrible, neglectful owner who was clearly going out of her way to torture her pet because she was too cheap to spend three weeks' salary on an operation. I hope that you had many drinks to toast yourself at your office Christmas party tonight.

I'll manage somehow, I suppose. But fuck.


This after Natalie failed to show up at work without notifying anyone. So I had to cover her shift as well as mine. Another ten and a half hour shift without lunch. Or, rather, I snatched fifteen minutes for lunch. I kept the work from backing up too much, but I was only barely treading water.

She won't be coming in tomorrow, and probably not Monday either, although at least now we know so someone will be covering for her and giving me some breathing space.

People continued sniping at me at work, although less, because Bitchy!McSnipy!Pants, the customer service rep, left halfway through the day for reasons unknown, and frankly, I don't care, because he's been a royal pain in the ass to be around the past few days, let alone continue to be civilized with.

So, yes. This week is apparently a good week for Phnee to be all about the dissolving into tears at the drop of a hat. At least, once I'm no longer at the office. Have managed not to leak like a faucet at the office, thank goodness for small mercies.

I'm going to bed now.

Is it possible for the human body to run out of tears if you're not dehydrated?

Comments

You don't fool me...

[baronscartop.livejournal.com]

... for I know that you are, in actuality...

The Rocking Thing!(TM)

t!

Re: You don't fool me...

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Yeah. Apparently my Alter Ego isn't so much mild-mannered as it is oversensitive and prone to spazzing out and having extreme reactions in either direction on the emotional scale.

Then again, why stick to stereotypes, eh?

[odheirre.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[sultrysong.livejournal.com]

I find that no matter what shit I'm going through, there's nothing worse than crying at the office. Odd, since it's often office stuph that ships us right into that state, isn't it?

I'm so sorry about the sick kitty. You do what you can; it doesn't make you a bad person. You do what you can.

[angelovernh.livejournal.com]

big hugs..
If something happened to Mocha right now that caused her to need an operation, I would beg my mother to help, but if she couldn't or wouldn't, that would be it. That is an expensive operation!!! What is wrong with the kitty?

[mousme.livejournal.com]

She has a growth in her ear that gives her chronic infections, which probably causes her a lot of pain. They have to operate to remove it, which would cost about $600 to remove it.

My parents are already helping me to the best of their abilities. There simply just isn't any more money to be had.

I'm just going to have to tighten my belt and find a way. Right now the only way I can see is to cut down on groceries a bit, see if I can turn down the heating in my apartment, definitely not go out as much (which, apart from the $10 I spend once a week on brunch is maybe once a month), and see what I can do.

I don't know. I hate money problems. On the surface they're easy to solve. It's just money, right?

[shenlo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's just money. A very simple solution. The hard part is getting people to part with it, because we've made it such a simple solution.

Sweetie. /WE/ all know you love your beasties. But you've got to live within your means, you can't do more. At least she's in a warm house, has a full belly, and a Human who loves her. She'd be a lot worse off on the street in the cold.

I know it's real hard when you can't explain things to them. I remember looking Regina in the eyes just after Wumpus had died. We had to go to work and leave her alone all day for the first time in her LIFE. We could hear her crying all down the hall....

Okay. Hang on. I didn't mean to write stuff that'd make us all cry again. Forget all that. We love you and we'll be seeing you real soon. There /is/ good and happy stuff in the world.

luvins to ya!

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

there's nothing worse than making the 'happy face' when you want to curl up and die, or rage and throw things ... heavy things ... at people

I don't want to get your hopes up...

[toughlovemuse.livejournal.com]

...but try calling the local veterinary college. I know Vanier has one. They may be able to help with the operation. Alternately, they might know someone who can, so if you've explained your problem and they can't help, ask if they know of anywhere else.

We're all sending good thoughts your way.

[vureoelt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, taunting the week is always asking for it.

I'm sorry to hear how things turned out, both that the operation is needed, expensive and hugely problematic to your fiscal situation. Not to mention being given a big heap of guilt.

Have they finally made you a permanent employee with benefits, gas card, etc.?

Anyhow, sounds like the work environment is crowded with problematic people. That's never good. :(

And, no, I suspect it isn't possible, short of damage to your tear ducts. *hugs* Hang in there...

[mousme.livejournal.com]

I'm not permanent, nor will I be getting a gas card when I am permanent, thanks to a technicality in the hiring process. Thanks for asking, though.

[vureoelt.livejournal.com]

Bastards! *shakes fist at them* >:|

Lemme help.

[rotagar.livejournal.com]

I've offered before and you've said no. I'll offer again whenever the itch hits me. Lemme pay you back for what you shelled out to get Smudge dealt with. Unlike 6 months ago, I CAN afford it now, so lemme help a little bit. Ring me. Really.

Re: Lemme help.

[mousme.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Smudge was a drop of water in the ocean compared to Gretzky, but at this point any drop of water'll help. I'm desperate enough to accept right now. As I recall it was in the neighbourhood of about $85. I'll see if I kept the bill somewhere in my files. Lucky I'm a pack rat.

I don't have your phone number, for some odd reason. Email me at d_brunelle at sympatico dot ca?