When You Hate Your Job

It is very rare that I wake up and just don't want to go to work.  It's not that I hate my job, but more that I hate some aspects of the job.

Our staff does a pretty good job of educating the public about what we do and why we do it, but sometimes people only hear what they want to hear.

Today a woman brought in a sickly kitten she found in the road.  I admired the fact that she took the time to do that.  When she asked about the kitten's fate, I did tell her that it would most likely be euthanized because it was so ill.  This time of year we get so many cats that we can only keep the 'cream of the crop'.  We don't have that much space to keep up with the demand of surrendered cats.  That is the part of the job I hate.

Unfortunately the woman who left the cat decided she wanted it back two hours later.  More unfortunate was the fact that the cat had been euthanized.  She was appalled that we didn't wait.  I'm not sure what we would have waited for since we didn't have an open kennel, AND I had already explained our situation.  Then to make me feel even better, she tells me that she used to support our organization but would have to do something different in the future.  Wait!  Let me turn the other cheek.