VG pissed me off. She calls me and says ‘We just left and I think I left the extension cord plugged in outside. Will you go check so the dogs don’t chew it up?’
So I walk outside and start looking around and notice not only are their dogs gone, Corbin is too. I walk around, don’t see him and see that the gate is tilted enough so he could have gotten out. I call her back and say ‘Do you have your dogs with you?’ She says that she does. I ask her if she has Corbin too, and she says ‘No, I just have my 3. Why?’ I tell her because the gate was messed up and I cannot find Corbin. I let her go and start walking down the street, calling him. was over, so she went one way down the street, and I went the other. As I was walking, VG calls me back and asks if I found him. I say no, but I cannot call for him while I am on the phone. The street I am walking towards is a main drag, lots of traffic. As I get closer to it, this awful feeling just gets worse and worse. Harley, a dog I had when I was a kid, got out onto a main road and was killed. I was the one that found him. I saw it happening all over again. VG calls me back and asks if I had found him. Again, I said no. I was almost at the main street and really starting to get upset. I ask her which way she turned to leave, thinking maybe he tried to follow her since she took her dogs. She says towards the main road. My stomach dropped and tears started welling up in my eyes.
Then she says, while laughing ‘I have him!’
Me: ‘What?’
Her: ‘He’s with me! I couldn’t let you keep walking.’
Me, in shock: ‘You have Corbin?’
Her: ‘Yeah, he’s fine. He’s with me. Isn’t that a funny joke?’
Me: ‘No, it’s not funny. I thought I was going to find him dead on the road, like I found Harley.’
Her, still laughing: ‘I have him. Isn’t it funny?’
Me: ‘No. It’s fucking bullshit, but I am glad he’s okay.’
On top of my grandma being in ICU and my stress about moving, that was the LAST thing I needed.
I just talked to my sister, and they did move my grandma out of ICU and into a regular room. (For those that don’t know, my grandma went in for heart surgery and coded. They brought her back but it’s been close.)
I am going to accept door number 1, with a start date of after I should hear from door number 2. My friend said she would be cool with me taking door number 2 as long as I hadn’t started working with her yet. I have to go fax all the paperwork and schedule my drug screen.
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Oh my God. How could anyone POSSIBLY think that was funny???? That’s disgusting!
I’m very much NOT a confrontational person but I don’t think I’d be able to keep my cool with that one. I’d have to let her know in a way she could understand to NEVER do that to me again.
I’m so glad your grandmother is ok. That must have been really scary for everyone involved. If iyou think it would be a comfort, let her know when you see her that she had a lot of strangers praying for her.
Comment by kemidra — July 22, 2004 @ 4:29 am
Bah hit “post comment” before I was done. Great idea on the job offers; good way to keep them both open so you can choose which you want.
Comment by kemidra — July 22, 2004 @ 4:29 am
please visit Iwishihadanicon asap
::wink:: its done.
Comment by phycokat — July 22, 2004 @ 5:26 am
aww man my heart sunk more and more as i was reading your post, then i saw that it was a joke and i was like wtf? that was harsh. but im glad corbin is ok, and im glad to hear ur gram is out of ICU. *hugs*
Comment by pathfinder02 — July 22, 2004 @ 7:02 am
I’m glad someone agrees with me. Her and her gf were just laughing like crazy. We even talked about it later and they STILL! thought it was funny.
I think when I realized, I was in too much shock to really get pissed.
I’m not sure whether or not it would be a comfort to her, but it was def a comfort to me - I really appreciate it!
Comment by jaxia — July 22, 2004 @ 8:58 am
“If you want to make god smile, tell her your dreams.
If you want to make god laugh, tell her your plans.”
Now I am filling out paperwork. They want addresses from the last 5 years. Do they have ANY idea how many times I have moved in the last 5 years?!? *sigh*
Comment by jaxia — July 22, 2004 @ 9:00 am
YOU ARE MY HERO! Thanks - I loooove love love it!
Comment by jaxia — July 22, 2004 @ 9:00 am
I tried to put words to how I felt, but I really couldn’t. It was horrible.
Thank goodness!
Things are looking up, all the way around
/happy dance
Comment by jaxia — July 22, 2004 @ 9:01 am
i’m pretty proud of my self.lol youre welcome lots and lots and lots of times!
Comment by phycokat — July 22, 2004 @ 9:07 am
1) that’s a messed up joke. UNFUNNY.
2) congrats on the job. Smart move with the start dates.
3)sorry about your grandmother. =( but it’s good she’s out of ICU.
4) icon= cute
Comment by filterfactor — July 22, 2004 @ 9:40 am
If they were men, I’d kick them in the balls. With friends like that, who needs friggin enemies?
/comfort
You be strong babe. We’re pulling for you and grammy.
Comment by chumas — July 22, 2004 @ 12:34 pm
Damn, that’s a lousy thing to do to somebody.
Comment by _dahne_ — July 22, 2004 @ 2:45 pm
She is STILL laughing about it. When people ask me if I would ever date her again, all I have to do is tell a story like this one. Gah!
Comment by jaxia — July 23, 2004 @ 2:17 am
That’s what I keep telling myself.
Thanks
Comment by jaxia — July 23, 2004 @ 2:19 am
I was trying to blame it on VG’s gf’s age, but you just blew that theory out of the water…
Comment by jaxia — July 23, 2004 @ 2:21 am
Dahne tends to blow a lot of theories about teenagers out of the water.
Comment by maskedfencer — July 23, 2004 @ 5:02 am
Good point - and thank goodness for that.
Comment by jaxia — July 23, 2004 @ 5:08 am
Not a funny joke, but I am glad all is ok.
Let me know how the jobs turn out
Comment by grizzilla — July 26, 2004 @ 9:17 am