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Not A Good Week

This has been a truly terrible week.

Work has just been about as stressful as it’s ever been. I haven’t had a real, full day off in I don’t know how long. This week the mask mandate went into effect for everyone coming into a store. People are just stupid and evil, wearing a mask is not the worst thing that’s ever been asked of you.

It’s like in the last few weeks a switch has been thrown and work expects everything to be back to normal. I don’t like to talk about my job online to be honest, but let’s just say this week has me so close to the breaking point.

Personally this week has been just as bad. Money wise I ended up having to spend a lot more than I was expecting. I had the money but I wasn’t expecting to have to spend that much.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been this close to just breaking before. It’s been rough.

Then today someone from the warehouse calls me and tells me the cat is hurt.

Many of you that read my page may remember that we’d adopted two cats that had no home and they lived in the boatyard. It was originally a momma cat and after she had her babies we ended up with her and her son. Someone took the momma cat recently, he wanted to give her a home, and while I miss her I couldn’t begrudge her a good home. The baby boy cat was still there.

I pay for the cat’s food and anything else that needs spending. My District Manger said I should use my company credit card to buy the food, but I don’t want to go there. I wouldn’t feel right spending the company’s money. I’m ok with buying food for him.

So I go back to the warehouse and out to the boatyard and the poor cat is laying on a book while someone pets him. He’s got a huge tear in his leg and it’s oozing.

I can’t afford a huge vet bill. With help of some people in the store I manage to track down a woman that takes care of stray cats, she runs her own private vet service for free. So we get the cat in a carrier and I drive him over there. She looks at him and says that she thinks he’ll be ok. She’s going to clean the wound, fill him with some antibiotics and monitor him for the next week or so. When he’s better she’ll call me to come pick him up.

I have to tell you that at that point, when I went back there and saw that cat and was worried that it might be worse. All I could think was that if this cat dies, after this week, I will just break, I won’t be able to take it.

So in the end, after such a terrible week, I can at least look at some good news. The cat should be fine.

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