Gimmie just farted audibly next to me on the couch. Our day started last night when yesterday became today and we were not sleeping. Every few minutes Satu and I had to either get up and let him out or fret over him, or just wake up to pet him and make sure he seemed okay. We spent the morning at the emergency vet where they found no reason that his butt faucet has been on blast for three days.
From the vet, Satu left for physical therapy and then straight to the corporate office where she was called in by the company president. Then from there to go fire two people, deal with the cops and manage an unending wave of asshole customers.
I know there is nothing that I can say to her that will wash away all this stress. Being a manager sucks, it is almost 100% soft skills which leaves you open to constant insecurity and drama. You are distrusted by the people that you spend all of your time trying to support and you will never know when you've done the right thing. You just never know. Everyone will have an opinion about what they would do, but sometimes you just have shitty choices and all you can really do is wish people had just not fucked up in the first place.
Sometimes you have to save yourself and limit how much of your sweat, tears and time you can give to a place because any place in the world will drain you if you pour everything you have into it.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Hopefully the dog will have a solid poo and you won't have to fire anyone.
Satu,
I love you for being the kind of person who will spend the night at the vet with me and still face the shittiest day in the world. The 100% you gave that place is enough. Come home to us and be where you truly belong, are loved and seen.
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