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eirenical...They do.
*sigh* So, I'm sure you all figured out (the three of you who actually read this LJ...) that I had to put Lilly to sleep on Rosh Hashanah (last Tuesday). The addendum to this, however, I wasn't up to sharing at the time. I had, quite possibly, the most ridiculous conversation with my boss in the history of such conversations.
Me: I'm a wreck. I can't be at work right now. I'll just cry all over everyone. I'm off two days next week for Yom Kippur, so I'd like to take the three days off between now and then to get myself together. Then, to avoid having to drive to DE on the holiest day of the year when I'll be fasting, I'd like the day after that as well, so I can drive back without killing myself.
Boss: I don't care. We can't cover the hospital without you.
Me: *stunned disbelief* You have 5 other doctors. WTF?
Boss: *stampy feet* If you don't come back when I want you back, I don't want you at all! *tantrumtantrum*
Me: *shrugs, deadpan* I submitted my resignation in writing on May 27th. I could have left in August. I only stayed until October to help you out. I consider my responsibilities to you to be discharged, so it's no skin off my back if you want me to leave. Have fun covering the hospital without me. Pbttthhht.
Boss: But you don't understand, I'm not discharging you -- you wanted to leave.
Me: Dude, what? Are we even talking the same language?
Boss: *confused silence*
And this culminated, obviously, in the termination of my employment. *sweatdrop* Honestly, I'm still stunned by the stupidity that emanated off those e-mails. But, really, to be honest, I couldn't be happier to be free of the Hellhole of life and spirit-sucking calamity. I've started the interview process in NY (6 interviews, at least 4 potential jobs out of the lot) and am fairly pleased with the prospects. So is my sister. And my parents. And my Uncle. And my Aunt Sandy. *sweatdrop* They're all fighting over where I should live when I come back. *headdesk* I just hope I get a say when all is said and done...
In other news... I had a very strange experience last night. This past Sunday when mom and I came home from seeing Young Frankenstein on Broadway we found a message on the machine (dated from who knows when) from Dr. Baum saying that Lilly's ashes were back and could be picked up at any time.
*cold water splash on day of fun*
Anyway, neither of us said anything about it and I wasn't up to going over there that day.
So... last night's weirdness. I kept feeling Lilly jumping up on my bed. I woke up several times during the course of the night, my heart pounding, certain I'd felt her little feet padding up from the foot of the bed and digging at the covers until I let her under them -- which, being half asleep, I did at least twice. But, of course, every time I opened my eyes, she wasn't there. And I dreamed about her all night long, something I hadn't done since her death.
So, needless to say, I decided that I should quit stalling and go pick up her ashes today. So, I told my mother I was going to go do just that. She then told me that I didn't have to... she's already done it for me. I froze in the act of moving towards the door and asked her when she had done so.
Yesterday.
So, even though I didn't know until today, last night was the first night that she was back in the house with me... and she climbed right back into bed with me like she hadn't really been gone. *little choked soblaugh* Pushy little thing, just like always.
Explanations?
I have none. Just a warmsadhappyweirdflutterycrushing feeling in my chest and the memory of a kitty in my bed.
I love you baby girl... wherever you are. Feel free to come back again and hog the bed whenever you want.
*sigh* So, I'm sure you all figured out (the three of you who actually read this LJ...) that I had to put Lilly to sleep on Rosh Hashanah (last Tuesday). The addendum to this, however, I wasn't up to sharing at the time. I had, quite possibly, the most ridiculous conversation with my boss in the history of such conversations.
Me: I'm a wreck. I can't be at work right now. I'll just cry all over everyone. I'm off two days next week for Yom Kippur, so I'd like to take the three days off between now and then to get myself together. Then, to avoid having to drive to DE on the holiest day of the year when I'll be fasting, I'd like the day after that as well, so I can drive back without killing myself.
Boss: I don't care. We can't cover the hospital without you.
Me: *stunned disbelief* You have 5 other doctors. WTF?
Boss: *stampy feet* If you don't come back when I want you back, I don't want you at all! *tantrumtantrum*
Me: *shrugs, deadpan* I submitted my resignation in writing on May 27th. I could have left in August. I only stayed until October to help you out. I consider my responsibilities to you to be discharged, so it's no skin off my back if you want me to leave. Have fun covering the hospital without me. Pbttthhht.
Boss: But you don't understand, I'm not discharging you -- you wanted to leave.
Me: Dude, what? Are we even talking the same language?
Boss: *confused silence*
And this culminated, obviously, in the termination of my employment. *sweatdrop* Honestly, I'm still stunned by the stupidity that emanated off those e-mails. But, really, to be honest, I couldn't be happier to be free of the Hellhole of life and spirit-sucking calamity. I've started the interview process in NY (6 interviews, at least 4 potential jobs out of the lot) and am fairly pleased with the prospects. So is my sister. And my parents. And my Uncle. And my Aunt Sandy. *sweatdrop* They're all fighting over where I should live when I come back. *headdesk* I just hope I get a say when all is said and done...
In other news... I had a very strange experience last night. This past Sunday when mom and I came home from seeing Young Frankenstein on Broadway we found a message on the machine (dated from who knows when) from Dr. Baum saying that Lilly's ashes were back and could be picked up at any time.
*cold water splash on day of fun*
Anyway, neither of us said anything about it and I wasn't up to going over there that day.
So... last night's weirdness. I kept feeling Lilly jumping up on my bed. I woke up several times during the course of the night, my heart pounding, certain I'd felt her little feet padding up from the foot of the bed and digging at the covers until I let her under them -- which, being half asleep, I did at least twice. But, of course, every time I opened my eyes, she wasn't there. And I dreamed about her all night long, something I hadn't done since her death.
So, needless to say, I decided that I should quit stalling and go pick up her ashes today. So, I told my mother I was going to go do just that. She then told me that I didn't have to... she's already done it for me. I froze in the act of moving towards the door and asked her when she had done so.
Yesterday.
So, even though I didn't know until today, last night was the first night that she was back in the house with me... and she climbed right back into bed with me like she hadn't really been gone. *little choked soblaugh* Pushy little thing, just like always.
Explanations?
I have none. Just a warmsadhappyweirdflutterycrushing feeling in my chest and the memory of a kitty in my bed.
I love you baby girl... wherever you are. Feel free to come back again and hog the bed whenever you want.
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Date: 2008-10-17 02:46 pm (UTC)But pets? Pets are always love.
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Date: 2008-10-18 06:24 pm (UTC)BTW, Lauren -- you're mom called and left me a message a few weeks ago. I called her back and left a message for her... and haven't heard back. Is everything OK?
*snugs*
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Date: 2008-10-18 08:52 pm (UTC)