Yesterday was Monday. And, for my partner it was the Monday from hell.
After lunch, her boss and the boss's boss called her in to the office. Told her that due to budget issues they were going to have to lay her off. No, she hadn't done anything wrong, they loved her work ethic, but as the temp she was the first to go. (Never mind the fact that they are running an ad for a maintenance worker at a lower pay grade. Whatever.)
That afternoon, as we commiserated about the job, we got the call we were dreading from the Vet. The results came back on the needle biopsy he had done on T's beloved dog. Yep, as feared, lymphoma. Chloe, the Rottweiler, is only 8 years old but that's the same age that her previous Rotty died of cancer. Still. A shitty and sobering day.
But, because my middle name is Pollyanna, here's the good: T went to work this morning at her previous place of employment. William is delighted to have her back. And, Chloe isn't acting sick at all so we are hoping that will have some good quality time for a while yet.
Plus, for me anyway, there is the realization that other sorrows make these pale in comparison. My friend's mother is dying right now, something that I am still coming to terms with in my own life, and the loss of a job and even of a beloved pet are not on the same scale at all. At all.