So, this morning I somehow managed to accidentally splooge out Mickey's entire tube of eye ointment, which was supposed to last a full week. And not into Mickey's eye, either. So now he's without his medicine until I can get back to the vet to get some more. Which I can't right now, because I'm stuck at work. Again. Which might not matter, anyway, because it's entirely possible the vet isn't open today.
And, thus, I find myself full of vague, annoying resentments. I resent having to work 32+ hours in the the space of less than three days. I resent people who have holidays off when I don't. I resent people who have other people at home to help them with crap like this. I resent my own overblown sense of responsibility which makes me do things like take in sick, stray kittens who have no one else and then freak out irrationally when I can't take care of them perfectly.
All of which is stupid, I know, because the kitten will almost certainly be fine, anyway, and because I'm still better off than 99.99% of the people in human history, and I really have no right to bitch. Still...
[ETA: Just called the vet. They are open. So I can go and get some more when I get off work. Well, that's something, anyway. Actually quite a relief, in fact.]
[ETA again: And, you see? There are so many reasons why it's a good thing I never had kids. The cats are more than stressful enough!]
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Sorry my emails about my 3 day weekends don't help..
ReplyDeleteLOL! That's OK. I think I'm over it now. :)
ReplyDeleteAlso, I know who you are, Anonymous.
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteI figure I just have to laugh. :)
ReplyDeleteHeh, I know all too well about the resentments. And especially the one where I resent myself for making so much work for myself in the first place.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry about your schedule at work, though - will there be a quieter time soon?
Yeah, sometimes it's hard not to give in to them! Although I'm feeling much better now, really. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, I at least have Wed-Fri off work this week, although then I'm back in for 12-hour shifts -- night shifts, this time -- on the weekend. For the third weekend in a row. I don't actually mind those so much, though. It's that third day that kills me.
Man, I miss my old schedule.