Don’t Stop Believing
Today, or yesterday as it would be after 12 am by this point, was one of those days. You know, the kind where you get in the car in the morning and you put on “Don’t Stop Believing.” Yeah, you know those days. You get real pumped up, ready for the day, singing and drumming enthusiastically on your steering wheel with the windows down at a stoplight, not really caring who is watching. And then before you even reach the end of the song you hit the back button on your stereo just so you can listen to it all over one more time, and maybe hit those high notes just a little better this time around? But before you know it you’re almost to work and the song is on its sixth round now and you aren’t even singing anymore. It’s almost as if you’ve thrown the song on repeat just desperately trying to convince yourself to “hold on to that feeling.”
Yeah, it was one of those days.
I love my job. I really, really do. I just wanted to clear that up now so there is no confusion as you read the following. So when you get to the end, just remember: I love my job.
Today, I had a guy ask me what the process was to adopt staff members.
A lady called me, then asked me to call her back in three minutes.
I had yet another person call and ask if we had any “Pit Bull dogs” for sale.
I spent my lunch break reading Cat Fancy because I forgot to bring a book.
I had to move 200 pounds (literally) of kitty litter.
I had a solid metal door slammed against my head by a very excited, very energetic black lab and I now have a nice size lump on the side of my skull.
Not to mention tomorrow I get to go back to the ER for Day 7 of my post-exposure rabies shots.
Oh, and finally, to no one’s real surprise, Mr. Right did not come into my work to sweep me off my feet. Again!
Yeah, one of those days.
