Just a Diamond in the Rough…

Moving will be nice. It gives me the chance to start fresh, gain some independence, learn some responsibility, and leave many unwanted people and problems behind. Granted, it’s only 40 miles away from my current house, but it’s 40 miles closer to independence. I’m excited to decorate a house to my taste, and live with someone I already know and like and get along with, which is far from what living in San Bernardino was like. I’m already getting ideas of what I want and how I want to decorate the house, and I’m starting to tie up loose ends so I can cut the ties that keep me here. And with my sandpaper fiance we can afford all that we want for our house. I’m pretty optimistic our life will be much smoother once we leave this small town.

So today I learned alot about an ex-coworker of mine. Keep in mind, this co-worker was a total bitch. She didn’t like authority (my boss, old assistant boss, and current assistant boss), and talked down to those who were younger than her, but had more seniority (me). She had an attitude that showed she didn’t need us, but we needed her. She now works at a Petco as a dog groomer (go figure), and pregnant with her ex boyfriend’s baby, who she left because he cheated on her with a 17 year old. I say this is Karma biting her in the ass. Petco, compared to my company, lacks horribly in customer service. I used to shop there, but never once was I greeted, asked how I was doing, or even if I was finding anything well. And I used to be a frequent shopper. So it fits that she works at such a crappy place when she was such a crappy employee. But she treated everyone around her badly, which ended with her being treated badly, by being cheated on. Yes, she may have been immature and inexperienced in life, but it doesn’t take maturity to know how to treat people with respect. It’s something you just know by being around people; it’s a social rule most people can obey. So yes, I do believe that this is the universe showing her how much it sucks to be disrespected. And no, I don’t feel any sympathy toward her, and chances are, karma will come to bite me in the ass for (almost) taking pleasure in knowing she’s worse off then when the company kicked her to the curb.

I’m watching A Man Among Wolves as I write, and I can’t help but think my dog just might be part wolf. What do you think?

Yeh, she looks cute but trust me she’s a hoodlum.

In other news…work, I think I live there now. Working 48 hours a week is exhausting. But there are some perks: I’m pretty sure I have the undying loyalty of my boss. She’s pretty much promised me that if I stay by her side at work she’ll take care of me and promote me as far as I want to go. But, this brings up the question, is this what I want? Being a manager of a retail store is far from what I dreamed of as a little girl, and this is not why I’m going to school. I was supposed to heal animals, not sell them. But, upper management loves me, my boss and assistant boss love me, the company is good to me- I’m very content here. If I choose to take this path in my life, am I doomed to stay stuck on this path forever? Will going to school just have been a waste of time? Granted, if the company ever grows I might be able to be their on site, on call veternarian, but who knows when that will be. It’s situations like these that makes the clarity of this diamond a little foggy.

And that little uncontrollable wolf-dog hoodlum, who licks my feet when I come home, races me to my room, and grabs her favorite toy of the day to play and share with me doesn’t help make the decision any easier.