Karma is not just a silly hippy term like most people would like to believe. It is a force to be reckoned with.
I am writing this diary because it has been a very difficult 48 hours for me.
First, I had to bring my cat to the vet. Turns out, he swallowed a piece of duct tape and some speaker wires. I was scared shitless for two days when he wouldn't eat. Brought him to the vet and they performed surgery yesterday. He's ok now. I've been keeping up on his medicine schedule since yesterday, as well as feeding schedule.
I guess you never really know how you feel about something/someone until you nearly lose it/them. I love my cat to death and therefore, I could not allow him to suffer. Luckily, my tax return cleared in time or else, I wouldn't have a cat now.
Second, I found out yesterday that my supervisor was laid off. It turns out that the economy has finally reared its' ugly head where I work. Two disappointing holidays (aka "YAY, consumerism!" days) have supposedly left them with no choice but to lay off 18 people.
I've been told that I should be grateful for having a job. However, I am filled with anger and deep resentment. My supervisor is a good guy. I can't even fathom why they would do this. This is someone who saw potential in me and gave me the opportunities that I have now. This is someone who continues to believe in me. How rare is that?
I am definitely not looking forward to another work week.
I am reminded that karma works in mysterious ways. There has to be a balance in the universe. Without a balance, everything goes to shit. I could say that my tax return and the giddyness over it was balanced by the medical attention that my cat needed.
I've had streaks of unbelievable luck and streaks of unbelievable misery. To the unknown force that controls karma, I'll never really understand the inner workings.
All I can say is to live your life and no matter how miserable you think your life is, giving up will not make things better.
As for the poll below, "pootie" = cat.