Shitty Day

A blunt title such as the one above is more than appropriate for my day. It's a three parter...

PART ONE: The horribleness started this morning when on my way to work I saw a kitten get run over. I'm guessing it was about 3 months old. It was hobbling in the street and it walked right under a car's bumper and front tire and when the light turned green...well, you get the idea. I drove straight and turned around where I could, parked my car around the corner from where the kitten was and waited for traffic to clear and I ran into the street to try and save it. I thought I could at least take it to work and maybe the doctor could do something. When I got to the kitten, it did not look good and traffic was coming. In a panic of not knowing what to do, I left it there and went back to my car. The problem was it was on a hill, (it was the intersection of Harbor and Valencia for you local folks), and the people coming up the hill on Harbor going south couldn't see me standing in the street, so for fear of my own life, I left the kitten there. I was almost violently shaking the whole time...I got back to my car and drove off, still shaken up. As soon as the adrenaline wore off, I broke down. It was bad enough that I needed to pull into a CVS parking lot and call my parents and let it out. I am pretty sure that most of you will not understand my reaction and part of me doesn't understand it either. Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love animals and that I love cats. I think part of why I was so upset was because I do love animals and because I felt guilty for not being able to help. May sound ridiculous to some of you, but that is how much I care. And what I saw happen before and after that kitten was run over will be implanted in my brain forever.

PART TWO: My boss stops by at work today to interview someone to take over my position. After the interview he tells me that he will be unable to give me my same pay if I do step down as Office Manager, unlike a previous post where I mentioned that he said I would be able to keep my pay. So, he wants me to decide what to do and as I see it I have two options: 1) Stay in my position and be miserable until I can get out of there or 2) Step down, have a pay cut and find an additional job to supplement. He knows I'm leaving at some point and it won't be a surprise. I figure I might as well stick it out until I find another job. I've done this job for almost 2 years, whats a little longer, right? But, yeah, I wasn't too happy to hear that. I knew it sounded a little to good to be true.

PART THREE: I get home this evening and I already have a rejection letter in the mail from my interview on Monday (8/4/08). I don't know why they didn't just save the stamp and tell me right then.

So, yeah, the sum of my day and it was pretty crappy. But I will keep trucking along. What else is there to do?

Music: Joan Jett - I Love Rock 'n Roll