Two Post Friday

I wrote another post a little yesterday and I'll finish it this morning.  I planned it for today.  I'll post it later.  More About Wheat (contain your excitement lol).

But I had a bad day yesterday and I wanted write about it this morning.  Sorry for a long rant coming, but here we go:

All plans went out the window yesterday when little GiGi need to go to the vetting hospital 2 hours away.  (She's okay - I think the vetting team overreacted, but better safe than sorry.  Her cough got worse and wet for two days.  Her lungs are clear and she is doing well.  They wanted her at their primary vet rather than be seen by a vet in this area ... long(er) story.)

I canceled my class.  Could I take her immediately?  Yes.  Wait to get confirmation from vetting team before you go.  So I showered, raced around to eat and WAITED for almost 3 hours with no response from phone calls, texts, etc.

Didn't I check Facebook?  I "should understand" that I need to do that (scolded like I'm 2).  Except ... oh, oops she didn't post it.  Oh, sorry then.  Exactly.

Now it was too late to avoid rush hour so they were able to get the transport team to help (super nice lady) and I only drove her an hour to meet the driver.

I texted the vetting team member to ask for an update on Gigi when she knew something.  If I need to get her today, I need to leave early (holiday weekend, 4 hours of driving IF no traffic ... oh and a gas shortage from downed pipelines).

I got a bitchy response that I will probably not be updated as she has too much on her plate.  Wow, thanks then.  I happened to get a call from another foster who told me I can call the vet directly.  So I did.  Update received.  Call back tomorrow and we'll let you know about discharge.  Perfect.  Texted "the team" to say never mind.

Then everything erupted.  Got a call zippy quick after that text that I can NEVER call the vet unless they give me specific instructions to do so.  My job as a foster doesn't need to get updates (seriously?!?).  I explained why I wanted the update.  Oh, didn't think about that .. yes we need an update early.  Treated as though I'm stupid.  Spoken to as though I'm being scolded by my mom.  Funny, it was radio silence for 3 hours that morning, but they sure got me super fast to complain and complain and complain.  Yes.  I hear you.  Good lord.  You don't need to keep on repeating this over and over.

Remember my funk?  Situations like this set me off during a funking time.  I could have cried.  I felt unappreciated and angry.  I held my tongue and for that I'm proud.  Full PMS happening and I really could have gone off.  I was feeling good about myself for helping a little dog, doing my job well as a volunteer and that got smashed with one phone call. (And I'm angry with myself for letting it get to me.)

Instead of pitching a fit, I just calmly, with happy in my voice (but actually a passive-aggressive moment) told them no problem.  If I get a call early, I'm happy to get her.  Otherwise, I won't be able to take that drive.  I'm sure they are on top of it so I'll wait to hear from them.  Thanks for all you do.  I can't wait to have her back with me. Blah, blah, blah.

I'm not sure I'm getting her back though (not because of what happened yesterday).  I'm going out of town next week and that requires some arrangements.  The vetting team was pissed (that seems to be her normal attitude) that a sick dog was placed so far north.  I think she's going to take her.  We'll see.  I'd love to have her back, but understand if it's better she's somewhere closer to the main vet.

I still feel crummy about this today.  This might be PMS talking.  I hope it is.

I think Releash does a great job.  I have no intention of stopping fostering or anything like that ... it really hurt my feelings though.  I've volunteered a lot over the years and I recognize this volunteer phenomenon.  A small group (board members) ... they like their power (for lack of a better word) ... like the glory (they work hard and deserve it) ... a bit "clicky"... the inner circle attitude.  It doesn't usually bother me.  They can have the glory, have the power, have their inner circle ... I'm in it for the dogs.

But I'm taking it super personally right now.  Intellectually, I get it and I don't care.  Yet, I still feel sad.  Damn this funk.

I'm gearing up to find out I won't get her back.  Even though it will make sense if that happens, I know ME right now and I will be upset.  I WILL take it personally.  I WILL be angry at the board members who treated me disrespectfully.  I WILL feel like I failed somehow.

Well, that's that.  I'm hitting the treadmill for a run -- that should help a little.  Hoping to turn this day around.  Thanks for allowing the rant.  Later gators.