A series of unfortunate events...
Eileen went missing, so after I dropped Jeff off from work I went looking for her. I decided, on a whim, to look in the Pound. Well, there she was, tail wagging, behind bars. I took her out and put her in the car and went to the Town Office to pay her impound fees. I thought, hey, $50 tops. Oh no.
I was told it would be $100, so I went to the bank and got the money off of my Visa. Then I came back and was told I had to pay an extra $20 because she didn't have a Town Licence. I informed the lady that we were told before when we WANTED to register our dogs, that we weren't allowed since we were on Reserve. Now I had to pay $20 for something I was told I wasn't allowed to have. I was livid.
So I trudged back to the bank bawling my head off and took out the extra $20.
I went back to the Town office and she gives me a licence for Eileen! I asked if I was allowed to register ALL of my dogs now, and she said "I don't know". Gee, what DO you know?
As I walked out the door she said "Have a nice day" and I replied "HA!" and once the door closed "fucking whore".
I came home, and bawled my little head off, cried to Kathy, and then got a hold of Jeff and cried some more. I felt like I was seriously ripped off, and upon talking to the Shelter Manager, I discover that I'm not the only one that feels that way.
So, I took this shiny new licence, that EXPIRES in less than a month, and clamped it with plyers to get it onto Eileens collar. I took a little bit of skin with it, on the palm of my hand. Now I have a nice blue bruise on my palm.
THEN, I started crying again because it really fucking hurt! I blew my nose, and then ended up tugging on my nose screw so it was hanging out of my nose. I started crying some MORE because that didn't particularly tickle, and twisted it every which way trying to cram it back into my nose..
So yeah, that's a little preview of the day I'm having!!! I think I should have stayed in bed.
I was told it would be $100, so I went to the bank and got the money off of my Visa. Then I came back and was told I had to pay an extra $20 because she didn't have a Town Licence. I informed the lady that we were told before when we WANTED to register our dogs, that we weren't allowed since we were on Reserve. Now I had to pay $20 for something I was told I wasn't allowed to have. I was livid.
So I trudged back to the bank bawling my head off and took out the extra $20.
I went back to the Town office and she gives me a licence for Eileen! I asked if I was allowed to register ALL of my dogs now, and she said "I don't know". Gee, what DO you know?
As I walked out the door she said "Have a nice day" and I replied "HA!" and once the door closed "fucking whore".
I came home, and bawled my little head off, cried to Kathy, and then got a hold of Jeff and cried some more. I felt like I was seriously ripped off, and upon talking to the Shelter Manager, I discover that I'm not the only one that feels that way.
So, I took this shiny new licence, that EXPIRES in less than a month, and clamped it with plyers to get it onto Eileens collar. I took a little bit of skin with it, on the palm of my hand. Now I have a nice blue bruise on my palm.
THEN, I started crying again because it really fucking hurt! I blew my nose, and then ended up tugging on my nose screw so it was hanging out of my nose. I started crying some MORE because that didn't particularly tickle, and twisted it every which way trying to cram it back into my nose..
So yeah, that's a little preview of the day I'm having!!! I think I should have stayed in bed.