Man, today at work was poop. Actually today was poop overall.
Everyone today cancelled and my first appointment I didn't fucking listen to the guy when he told me that he had two emails on a domain. Cause if you move the email's domain to something else (like Gsuite to Office 365 to recieve email by changing DNS records), you can't use the other emails unless you recreate the user with a mailbox in Office 365. I literally spent an hour and a half going in circles with this guy trying to figure out what he did with his fucking domain:
A.) He got a domain from Crazydomains.com.au.
B.) He mapped it to a Wordpress website (essentially a forwarding service to the Wordpress site instead of having one custom built on the domain itself)
3.) (Cause that's just how my day was) He registered it with Gsuites to fucking have the domain on Gmail.
I found out about the CrazyDomains thing after like, an hour. Which was fucking important. And then I remembered that if he moved domains with other emails not moving they wouldn't be functioning anymore, so he basically got super pissed off. The guy fucking had me READ INSTRUCTIONS to him over the phone to change his fucking DNS settings and he didn't even explain everything to me in the first place, so fuck him.
And then nobody else picked up for the day / cancelled their appointment. So I was pretty much done with my day at 6, thank gawd.
But it gets worse.
So I figure it's 6PM, my stepdad isn't going to sleep yet or anything and I can ask him to pick me up early from my shitty day. I text him and he calls me and says he's at the animal hospital by my work. I thought, huh, maybe they're getting the cats fixed or something. I go over there and find him in one of the doctor's waiting room office things, and basically find out that T, one of our chihuahuas who fucking loves sticking his face into random holes in the ground, got bit by a rattler. But not just bit by a rattler, bit IN THE FUCKING EYE by a rattler. My stepdad took him to the hospital but since he couldn't just DROP 1200 dollars on him on a fucking dime, the hospital took literally an hour and a half to say 'hey we found some shitty old antivenom we don't use anymore that will fit your credit line of 500 dollars that we gave you, but it might kill your dog or save him.' So my stepdad said do it but by the time they did... I mean the venom went straight for the nerves and the bloodstream and my stepdad said his whole head was swollen, not to mention his eye was totally out of commission.
He died tonight. Fuck man I haven't cried over anything in a long time. I didn't even cry over my six year relationship ending. But dogs are a different story man. They're just... curious of everything and stuff. T didn't deserve to die like that. Fuck man. I'm glad I didn't see him, I want to remember him as he was. But I'm sure my stepdad wanted to be there during his last moments, but we had no way to know he was going to die a couple hours after we got back from the place.Damn, I'm crying so much right now. I wasn't even that close to T but for the last few months whenever I go out into the living room in the mornings I started petting T and Rocky and Mouse, just saying hi to them and petting them, letting them know I'm awake. He was always so happy to see me. God nobody is happy to see me anymore, heh. Just the dogs... just the dogs.
Man fuck people opening businesses to 'save animals' when really all they want is a bunch of fucking cash. I bet if they had just given him some antivenom + an IV he would have been okay, shit, when he got there. I mean fuck we were there for TWO HOURS. Fuck those people man.
RIP Boots, who died of Parvo.
RIP Snowball, who died of ovary cancer.
RIP T, who died of a rattler bite to the eye.
I'll always love you. I feel bad talking about my shitty day when T had a literally infinitely shittier one since he literally died. God I miss him already. But I like to think of the concept of doggy heaven, so I'm sure he's up there right now playing and running with other dogs and sticking his nose into holes and watching butterflies come out of the holes or something.
Godspeed, you tiny doggos you. <3 I'm probably just going to be crying the rest of the night... but I'd rather cry here than at work.
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