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See?? When I try to be positive and happy then the universe just has to beat me down until I'm unhappy again. *sigh* It started yesterday morning, as soon as I got up and went to feed the cats, I noticed they had knocked another glass down and broken it. So while I was pissed about that and went to get my shoes on so I didn't get cut, I fall into the cd case and twist my legs and bruise my hand. So I clean up broken glass (which I also had to hurry on since my alarm didn't go off either). Ugh, so I get to work and whatever, at least Betty's gone so it's uneventful. Oh yeah, I need to preface this by saying, the day before when I went to lunch, my crazy neighbor Nina came over to tell me about the neighbor's dogs getting out and coming into our yards. Now they're HER cousins, but does she go to them?? No, cause they're losers! So great, my nasty lunch gets cold and the cats eat my bread while I try to get her away and it's freaking cold and she has nothing but trouser socks on. And she had been over on my day off as well to tell me that my gate was open. Well when I went to check the gate, it was still locked, but i realized if you push hard enough it will push it off the post and open regardless. So I attributed it to the wind or me being forgetful and forgot about it.
So, yesterday I go home for lunch and look outside and see my backyard gate open. I don't want the dogs in my yard, so I go out to close it. Oh, but guess what? The dogs weren't getting in through there. There's a gap in the fences where all they did was pile some boards. So the most aggressive dog slips through and starts coming after me. Fangs bared, growling, snarling, I mean, this wasn't just a warning. This is one of those moments where your brain just kind of shuts down and you go into survival mode. There were no immediate weapons, so I thought I might be able to kick it in the face if I had to and run. I realized if I kept eye contact it would retreat a little bit so I tried to do that while getting to the door as well as saying sharply "No!" though I don't think my assertion was really into it cause I though I was going to be maimed. He did go for my leg and while I did pull away he scraped it enough to make it bleed and leave a bruise that hurt well into the night. But I got back inside. So I'm shaking and near in shock and no idea who to call so of course I call mom. She tells me to call animal control and I do, but they don't answer cause they're at lunch. So I call the police and they say they'll send someone out but I need to get back to work. So I just go down to file a report and they have animal control meet me there. The guy was real nice about it and went to talk to them and said they had 4 days to fix the fence and since I got bit, they're quarantining the dog for 10 days. Of course, that's still four days I can't get into my backyard and take out the trash. *sigh* And even with that one dog gone, I'm still scared to go in my backyard and see if they've fixed the fence at all.
So after that excitement I kind of go through the rest of the afternoon at work in a haze. I get home and veg, but since I was already on edge every little thing was pissing me off more. Such as the cats breaking my giant cookie. So by this time I'm pretty worked up and then my mom calls at 10:45 to see how my bite is, but I pick up the phone and it's all staticy and I realize that that's why the internet's been down too. So it's 11pm at night and now I have to take care of this as well, when I was already set to call it a day at 8pm just so I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. And then the one person who I should be able to go to is always unavailable at the worst times.
So this morning, I'm like "New day it should go better". Oh no. I was out on the desk for only half an hour this morning and I'm manning both desks and there's a shitload of people with stupid questions and getting all bent if you don't give them a computer within 15 secs of them getting at the desk. It's snowing people!! Why the fuck ar you at the goddamn library in this bad weather?! Don't you have school or jobs to go to!? ARGH! And then I managed to break one of my favorite necklaces, the gold cat locket one, while putting on my nametags.
Swear to god, people. I'm just going to fucking give up on life and die in a ditch somewhere.
I mean, I realize these aren't catastrophe events like somebody dying or anything, but when it's just a apeshit ton of little things that keep adding up. Yeah, I can't do this anymore.
So, yesterday I go home for lunch and look outside and see my backyard gate open. I don't want the dogs in my yard, so I go out to close it. Oh, but guess what? The dogs weren't getting in through there. There's a gap in the fences where all they did was pile some boards. So the most aggressive dog slips through and starts coming after me. Fangs bared, growling, snarling, I mean, this wasn't just a warning. This is one of those moments where your brain just kind of shuts down and you go into survival mode. There were no immediate weapons, so I thought I might be able to kick it in the face if I had to and run. I realized if I kept eye contact it would retreat a little bit so I tried to do that while getting to the door as well as saying sharply "No!" though I don't think my assertion was really into it cause I though I was going to be maimed. He did go for my leg and while I did pull away he scraped it enough to make it bleed and leave a bruise that hurt well into the night. But I got back inside. So I'm shaking and near in shock and no idea who to call so of course I call mom. She tells me to call animal control and I do, but they don't answer cause they're at lunch. So I call the police and they say they'll send someone out but I need to get back to work. So I just go down to file a report and they have animal control meet me there. The guy was real nice about it and went to talk to them and said they had 4 days to fix the fence and since I got bit, they're quarantining the dog for 10 days. Of course, that's still four days I can't get into my backyard and take out the trash. *sigh* And even with that one dog gone, I'm still scared to go in my backyard and see if they've fixed the fence at all.
So after that excitement I kind of go through the rest of the afternoon at work in a haze. I get home and veg, but since I was already on edge every little thing was pissing me off more. Such as the cats breaking my giant cookie. So by this time I'm pretty worked up and then my mom calls at 10:45 to see how my bite is, but I pick up the phone and it's all staticy and I realize that that's why the internet's been down too. So it's 11pm at night and now I have to take care of this as well, when I was already set to call it a day at 8pm just so I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. And then the one person who I should be able to go to is always unavailable at the worst times.
So this morning, I'm like "New day it should go better". Oh no. I was out on the desk for only half an hour this morning and I'm manning both desks and there's a shitload of people with stupid questions and getting all bent if you don't give them a computer within 15 secs of them getting at the desk. It's snowing people!! Why the fuck ar you at the goddamn library in this bad weather?! Don't you have school or jobs to go to!? ARGH! And then I managed to break one of my favorite necklaces, the gold cat locket one, while putting on my nametags.
Swear to god, people. I'm just going to fucking give up on life and die in a ditch somewhere.
I mean, I realize these aren't catastrophe events like somebody dying or anything, but when it's just a apeshit ton of little things that keep adding up. Yeah, I can't do this anymore.
