Woke up grumpy. Training session with Backup sucked. Very few fun clients at work. Instead I get two nervous high pitch screaming terriers and two depressingly obese dogs in for fat camp (which frustratingly will be a hard press journey because the owners refuse to limit the food at all). Got a "pay now or die" call from school (which I would have paid if I had the money which I don't have because although my checks are getting better again the beginning of summer just about killed me and I'm playing catch up). Called my mom for a loan, she said yes and passed the phone to my dad who gave me a huge, probably rightful, guilt trip (they still pay one of my bills which is fairly large even though it's part of a group plan). Then I find I still have enough to cover my bills with stocks and call my dad to ask about cashing them and he gives me a "well, that's not a good idea" speech. Then I counter with using my CC isn't either which led to another fantastic lecture on the evils of CCs. I told him I had to return to work and would figure it out on my own and thank you for his help. I start crying, at work, hiding behind a dog on a treadmill. Said dog finishes treadmill, I get up, said dog is obese and slips collar. I reach for dog, trip, slice open my knee, drop my phone, catch dog, look like an ass, return to phone and it's not working. Finally I reboot my phone, it's working, I call Denis and he calms me down, I'll survive, okay. Then one of my favorite regular clients is limping. gahhhh Then I think, YAY end of work day, go home, cry, drink wine, attempt to study for this scary hard class I'm taking and I realize today is Thursday, not Wednesdays and I have two privates. I do the privates, that was actually fun. Then I run into an old flyball teammate who came to my work. She lets me know she had to rehome her pit bull because it was being beaten up on by her golden (which was okay) but then it fought back and almost killed the golden (which was not okay). I remember trying to talk to her about the dog and rotating and the dog would fight back one day, etc, but she blew me off because she was a dog trainer. She's a petco trainer and raved to me the wonders of a clicker as if I'd never heard of this magical training tool before and then asked about our classes only to slip in at the end that she's more interested in her financial future than anything else. (Thank you for wasting my time.) She then coaxes me to meet my boss. As she's meeting my boss I go and get my paycheck, it's about 60 dollars less than I turned in for my hours. I was so beaten by then I just left. I can't fight it today, I can't. I came home and can't even bring myself to function yet. Can I just cry now? I'm not a venter normally but I'm beaten and broken down right now. I need a win.