Okay, so let me tell you about my day Friday. I know ya'll can apprecaite why I was (am) so pissed. So - I woke up late and was in an all around bad mood - hey, it happens. I go to work, miserable to be there. There's all of these dog calls coming in, more than usual, and it's just breaking my heart more and more with each call. The worst part is I always have to "be" kind and sincere with each call, knowing deep down inside that that dog will probably die in 2 weeks. A sweetheart in our office named Melissa had to be out most of the day but had people coming to pick up grant applications. Each one was different for each division so they literally had to be handed to them to make sure they got the right one then they had to sign for it. She asked if I would hang on to them for her and when they came in give them the one with their department labled on them and have them sign and of course I said yes. (She's such a doll - ya'll would love her). Well, as the day goes on I'm still in the worst mood possible but I managed to hide it pretty well. As most of you know I have 2 foster dogs that we finally decided was ready for adoption, all of that's in another post (http://www.chazhound.com/forums/showthread.php?p=50576#post50576) As all of this was going on I was getting ads ready in my spare time for our foster dogs to advertise them for adoption (which is a very emotional process for any who haven't been through it). I had one laying on my desk that I had already made up that I was going by for the other. At that time this man came in our office and stated he was there for a particular grant application. Now, in the town he was picking one up for, their fire and ambulance is combined so he could use one form for both. He believed he had to have 2 and we kinda went a round until finally I gave up and called Melissa for her to reiterate what I had just told him (I hated to have to interupt her too). Once he FINALLY realized I was right and he was wrong he tried to "explain" his way out of it. I was in no mood to hear why he "had" to make sure, etc, etc, etc. I just wanted to get him out and get back to something a little more calming. Now obviously by that point, with my bad day and all, I'm about to explode but for the sake of my job I have to keep it all under wraps. If all that wasn't bad enough this is what finally gets me. I was expecting him to quietly walk out with his paper in hand still talking under his breath about his "excuses". WRONG!! I came back to my desk (which he had to walk by to leave) and he see's the ad for Cheetah laying there that I had fineshed and was working off of for the other. Now what that was was none of his business if you ask me but he still craned his neck over and said "humph, what's that?" Before I could say anything his eyes got wide and he started "chanting" no-no-no. While he was saying that I interupted him (hoping an answer would make him leave - stupid fat jerkoff!!) but again WRONG!! Anyway, while he was saying "no" I interupted him and said ever so politely and sweetly "Yeah thats our foster dog, she's such a baby. That's an ad for her adpotion." No sooner did I get that out then he said "I don't think so, that's got pit in it" and he made a geasture with his hand like a gun pointing and shooting. Again I about lost it and if I hadn't been at the place that "pays my bills and feeds me" (work) then I probably would have PUNCHED him. The only thing that I could think to do that was still nice - so I didn't get in trouble but show him that I was pissed was to get a very irritated look on my face and shake my head and roll my eyes and say rudly "to each their own!" (I know, not very good...I'm not good at stuff on the spot). He made his geasture again and said "That's my policy on them, that's my adoption for ya!" I done the same thing again - this time more aggrivated than ever! Then he again tried to make "excuses" saying "well, I've never found one I could trust". This time I slammed my work onto my desk - jumped up from my seat (lol - it's an office chair with wheels - it rolled 1/2 way across the room), said it again - keeping calm the entire time but he could def. tell I was pissed then I turned and walked out - ranting and raiving under my breath the entire time, slamming doors, etc. Geez I was so pissed!! If I wasn't such a nice person I would call him every name in the book. I told Melissa never again!! Who on this earth is stupid enough to gesture and insinuate shooting someone elses dog, who has already made known they love, especially after they've already spent the last 15 min. pissing off - he's just aching to get SHOT!! (naw - I'd never shoot someone but I sure wanted to then. Gosh how....ooh I'm so pissed I can't even think of a strong enough word...stupid and ignorant just don't cover it - I mean I was sitting right in front of him, already made it known that I cared for this dog and he pretends to shoot it, BECAUSE SHE'S A PIT MIX!!! What a f@#$*%g (fool, jerk, nincompoop, blockhead, bafoon, butt, dimwit, ignoramous, imbecile, moron...should I go on??) Well, thanks for letting me vent - I feel better about getting it off my chest but I'm still pissed. He better hope and pray that I never see him away from work!! That's MY baby he's talking about!
HUGS.
