Anger, Rage, Fusteration...

Well, I am pretty pissed off right now. Not only because of the normal things, but because of something unusual that happened recently.

My nephew had a birthday party yesterday, and there was an uninvited guest, in the form of a black pitbull cross bitch. Very sweet dog, gentle with the kids and friendly, but a bit iffy with other dogs. (She was probably starving and scared out of her skull). They'd seen this dog once before.

My brother's mother in law took this dog to the shelter last night. I had made it clear that I was intending to ask around at work, and see if anyone knew anything. No one told me that they intended to bring this dog to the pound, that there was no point in even looking for the owner.

And what are the odds that I found the owner last night? Probably pretty slim, but I thought I had, and had discussed it with her. She had recently rehomed the dog, and the dog had gotten loose and the new owner was obviously not looking for her. When trying to find the dog a home, the former owner had called the Shelter of Hope, and asked about dropping her off. She was told that, due to BSL, the dog would be immediately put to sleep. If she brought the dog onto the property, the dog would not only be taken and euthanized right there, but also she would be given an idiotically large fine for having an unfixed pitbull cross.

So the sweet little dog with problems only caused by people was sentenced to death because idiots couldn't leave well enough alone. I can't help but be very disappointed, even if I am a little proud of myself. Within 12 hours, I managed to find the dog's owner, get the story, and find a new home for the dog. It was, however, all for nothing.

A moment of silence for Kela, a pitbull x lab bitch who was murdered for something beyond her control.

Genocide at it's best.

Rantings of a Woman Scorned

I am angry. Very angry. Note the time(4am). I am still at work. It is maybe three hours from my last blog. Except I am consumed with a rage not known to the average man. I want to feel pain. That which is deep within oozes forever upwards, bubbling to the surface in a slow steady goo, creating a swamp of what was once a lush meadow. Cheery landscape replaced by bleak surroundings, nothing the same, everything eventual.

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

No one knows what its like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes

These blue eyes are windows to a damaged soul. They hide the emptiness, the mistrust. They disguise me, and I mascarade as a steady soul, as a person whole. I am not. I am hollow, a vessel to be filled with pain and suffering, holding happiness for a fleeting moment but absorbing all the anguish. Give me yours, I will take it, I will carry your troubles and leave behind my own. A knife to kiss my skin, to make me feel. The sweet crimson of blood, tainting the air, iron and mineral. What I would give to leave this pain, to forget the pain you caused me. But I cannot. It dwells within, a monster of the grandest proportions, sucking all that is good, growing and consuming. Do you know what you've done to me? Would you even care if I pointed it out?

I want to bleed until my heart beats dry.

Introductions

Well, I wanna jump on this blogging bandwagon... as always, I'm a little late on the uptake, but who really cares, right? All the more entertaining. So, as always, I ramble on. Probably should take a moment here to introduce myself. I am Janet. I am 26 years old, I work in a call center providing internet and cable tech support. I live with my roommates, who happen to be my best friends. I have two ferrets and a puppy, and I don't really do all that much. My job is fairly laid back. Working midnights, I have plenty of time on my hands between calls, which encouraged me to pick up this new hobby. I was also creeping someone's facebook and saw their blog and decided it looked like fun(nickle if they read this and message me!).

Well, of course, since I was just writing about how simple my job is, they place me in the busy queue. I hate it. I hate doing cable and billing. Much better at internet troubleshooting. But what can you do? I simply smile and nod, try to stay under the radar and keeping things going as best as possible. Hide the things that'll make my supervisor mad, keep from taking naps and work work work, lol! This month's theme is Empathy. I have none. I fake it, fairly well I guess, but the truth is, I don't care. You were the one who decided not to pay your bill. You were the one who fiddled around with the cables. If it's your fault, well, I want to point and laugh.

I suppose that's not exactly fair. I judge all Americans based on the ones I encounter on the phones. That's not really right, concidering I work in a call center doing tech support... obviously I am not going to get the cream of the crop calling in. Now and then someone with a spot of brains calls in, but those calls are few and far between. Life as a call center employee does not leave your patience intact!