We adopted a new cat. We were not in the market to adopt a new cat, not by a long shot. I mean, we already have four. Five would just make us those people with all of the cats. But this little guy really tugged at my heart. He had been at the shelter I volunteer at for almost his whole life – about 1.5 years. He was originally brought in because he was feral, and someone saw a car clip him and took him in to make sure he was ok. He was, other than being shaken up and a little bruised, so they nursed him back to health, clipped his ear, and planned on setting him free again. It became clear very early that he was not going to survive being outside on his own. He didn’t know how to take care of his fur (it’s fairly long), and even while in the shelter began to get very matted. He was also incredibly shy and not assertive at all. Then they had to pull most of his teeth after he got an infection. So no releasing this dude to the wild.
While at the shelter he often slunk to the back, too shy to come out and say hello. As such, no one wanted to adopt him. Everyone wants that cat that comes right out to them to get pet and purr. So he got passed over time and time again for adoption. But in my time there he became very comfortable with me. I’d come in and he’d immediately come out and say hello and ask for pets. In talking to the staff I learned that he wasn’t doing well in the shelter. His shyness was putting him at the bottom of the pecking order and he was just suffering. So we decided to bring him home. So far, so good. We still have some bridges to cross, but we’re all doing okay.
On to other things.
I’ve been at the new job and actually at the new job, and not in classroom training for a few days. So far it’s going well. My trainer and I had a real talk today, as there are two other women in training with me, and she told me that she’d be spending the most amount of time with me of the three of us as I have the least amount of actual management experience. Read: none.
That made me feel a lot better about the situation as both other women keep trying to push themselves forward. I get it, I really do. But when there are three of us training together, and we all come from different backgrounds, sometimes you have to step back and let someone else have her time. I feel better though – she knows I’m going to need the most “hands on” training, and she also commended me for jumping in when something needs to be done (that I can do), and I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.
So far, all good things.
I’ve got a long road ahead, and today was a hard day, but so far I really like it. I think that in the long term this is going to be a good thing.
My mental health has been pretty good, actually. I think finally having the first step of my career sorted and started has been a big boost. Some of my anxiety about the new job is subsiding, although what my shrink calls a “healthy” amount still remains. As he said, if I was feeling no anxiety at all then it would mean I’m too much medication.
It’s a hard realization that having some anxiety about certain things is normal, even healthy. I’ve been carrying around so much anxiety with me for so many years that it’s weird to not be on the brink. My bipolar and depression seems to be under control. I feel like I’m finally in a good place.
Now I feel like it’s time for the other shoe to drop. Things typically don’t go well in my life for very long.