So Many Animals!
May. 25th, 2017 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogToday was my first 'all animals all the time' Thursday. I was at my shelter job from 9 to 10:30. Then there was therapy at 11:00 to 11:40. Then dog walks at 12 and 2. Then the shelter job until 5:30 followed by shelter 1 from 6 to 9. I'm *so* sore, but I'm *so* content with my working and volunteering life right now!
It wasn't a perfect day. I got a parking ticket this morning because I didn't realize a sign applied to where I was. I'll contest it, but I may not win. I can deal with it either way.
Less financially damaging, but inspiring a much greater feeling of stupidity, I triggered an alarm at the shelter tonight. I forgot to grab my purse out of the kennel I'd left it in, and I figured since I had the door code, I could just run back and get it. I didn't realize there was an alarm, and of course I triggered it. I called the police and waited for them to arrive. I explained what happened and they looked at my ID and said all was well. I asked whether the shelter staff got an alert and I should contact them to tell them what was going on and they said I didn't need to. I emailed a couple people anyway, with the subject line "I am an Idiot." I offerd to pay any fines that might be incurred for a false alarm or something. The one who got back to me seemed to think it was funny, so I'm feeling less bad about it.
Piper is finally ready to meet potential adopters, and EAS is finally over the dog flu that was going through the kennel. I need to get some pictures of her together along with a little bio and description, and then the shelter might start arranging meetings. A staff member talked about bringing her back to the shelter for a couple days over a weekend maybe for people to meet her, and my initial response was horror at the thought of her alone in a kennel all night. Thinking of how she'd feel makes me want to cry. Maybe I can bring her there in the mornings and take her home at night.
Oh, and it was my last meeting with my therapist, who is graduating. Yay for her! I think I'm going to wait a few months for insurance via Red Door to kick in (I will have insurance through a job again! Will wonders never cease?) and then look for another therapist. I want someone to talk to about formation of relationships and gender identity. Someone who is familiar with poly and associated subcultures. There's a place called Intraspectrum that looks promising.
Anyway, that's the news for today. Gonna sit down and play Fallen London now and relax.
It wasn't a perfect day. I got a parking ticket this morning because I didn't realize a sign applied to where I was. I'll contest it, but I may not win. I can deal with it either way.
Less financially damaging, but inspiring a much greater feeling of stupidity, I triggered an alarm at the shelter tonight. I forgot to grab my purse out of the kennel I'd left it in, and I figured since I had the door code, I could just run back and get it. I didn't realize there was an alarm, and of course I triggered it. I called the police and waited for them to arrive. I explained what happened and they looked at my ID and said all was well. I asked whether the shelter staff got an alert and I should contact them to tell them what was going on and they said I didn't need to. I emailed a couple people anyway, with the subject line "I am an Idiot." I offerd to pay any fines that might be incurred for a false alarm or something. The one who got back to me seemed to think it was funny, so I'm feeling less bad about it.
Piper is finally ready to meet potential adopters, and EAS is finally over the dog flu that was going through the kennel. I need to get some pictures of her together along with a little bio and description, and then the shelter might start arranging meetings. A staff member talked about bringing her back to the shelter for a couple days over a weekend maybe for people to meet her, and my initial response was horror at the thought of her alone in a kennel all night. Thinking of how she'd feel makes me want to cry. Maybe I can bring her there in the mornings and take her home at night.
Oh, and it was my last meeting with my therapist, who is graduating. Yay for her! I think I'm going to wait a few months for insurance via Red Door to kick in (I will have insurance through a job again! Will wonders never cease?) and then look for another therapist. I want someone to talk to about formation of relationships and gender identity. Someone who is familiar with poly and associated subcultures. There's a place called Intraspectrum that looks promising.
Anyway, that's the news for today. Gonna sit down and play Fallen London now and relax.
