The stress of the week has really taken it's toll. I find myself hanging on to all the garbage coming my way rather than holding on to the good. This always happens the most when I'm stressed.
I'd like to know why an adopter feels that they can take a cat to the vets for deworming a month AFTER adoption and feel like the rescue should pay for it. Then when I politely tell them "no", they tell me "F*ck you" and hang up. I've been hung up on 3 times this week and I'm really becoming worn down with it all.
Who says "F*ck you" to an unpaid volunteer that rescues animals? Seriously, what kind of person does that?
I know it's not just me. I've heard other people say the same thing about dealing with people. When you deal with the public, you're bound to get some doozies. Fortunately, the lovely, wonderful committed adopters outweigh the trash.
The foster Mom for our little Tattoo tells me he isn't doing well. He's becoming quiet and less playful.
(Note at 8:00 pm Friday: Tattoo passed away. Many hugs to Shelley who gave him a chance and showed him the only love he's known)
After this week, I'm glad to see Friday coming. Although I remind myself that I have a 7 day a week volunteer job and Friday doesn't have the same meaning as it does for most people. I wonder if the people who told me "F*ck you" realize that?
Cheers to Friday.