I cannot believe this shit.
Apr. 10th, 2009 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuGod-FUCKING-damn it. I am so upset and filled with anger and regret and sadness right now.
I called yesterday in the late afternoon before the shelter closed. The corgi was still there. I was so excited because I figured that meant, unless someone else was more extreme than me, I'd almost certainly get her.
I got up this morning at 5:30 AM and headed immediately down to Yuba City. Showed up at the shelter at 6:10 AM. I even took a picture of my cell phone with the time and date in front of the shelter entrance in case there was any dispute.
Ryan and I sat around for two entire hours waiting for the shelter to open. Played DS, sat around, whatever. Well, five minutes before the shelter opens, a truck pulls up and a father and two kids make a beeline for the door. I decide to go to the door, too. I ask if they mind if I cut because I had been waiting there for two hours. They said no, they got to the door first. I explained that I got up at 5:30 AM to get there. Didn't care. The sign on the door has, in tiny print, that if there's a dispute over a dog, the first person to get in the doorway gets the dog.
I asked them what dog they wanted. They said the corgi.
I managed to sneak in the door ahead of them when the shelter opened and declare that I was going to adopt the corgi. They said they were at the door first.
I explained to all the people in the room how long we had been waiting outside the shelter, that I had left at 5:30 AM to guarantee I would get the dog. I showed them the photo I had taken of the time I had arrived outside the shelter. I explained (and they SAW) that I got through the door first without pushing or anything (though I did creep ahead). I explained how I've been stressing myself sick over this dog, how I had hardly gotten any sleep the last few nights, how I have been doing animal rescue work for years and I've wanted a corgi for a decade. One of the shelter workers even pointed out that she had seen my car outside the shelter when she came in.
They awarded the asshole man and his two bratty children the corgi. I argued about it, sometimes passionately and emotionally, and sometimes calmly and rationally.
They gave the fucking man the dog. The dog that I had woken up at 5:30 AM, driven forty minutes, and waited two hours for. The dog that I had stressed myself nearly sick over and lost sleep over.
I am so pissed off I can't even begin to tell you. And I know that if I had gone and stood outside the FUCKING DOOR a few minutes beforehand I would be petting her and introducing her to the house by now.
It is completely unfair.
I know that the right dog is out there for me somewhere, but she was my dream dog and I am so tired of being repeatedly disappointed. I can't even fucking believe this happened. I've been sobbing ever since I got home and I was in hysterics talking to my mom over the phone outside the shelter. The man and his kids just smiled at me like "HAHA, WE WIN" when they left with the dog and saw me sobbing outside the shelter.
Sometimes, I just feel like my life is falling apart.
I called yesterday in the late afternoon before the shelter closed. The corgi was still there. I was so excited because I figured that meant, unless someone else was more extreme than me, I'd almost certainly get her.
I got up this morning at 5:30 AM and headed immediately down to Yuba City. Showed up at the shelter at 6:10 AM. I even took a picture of my cell phone with the time and date in front of the shelter entrance in case there was any dispute.
Ryan and I sat around for two entire hours waiting for the shelter to open. Played DS, sat around, whatever. Well, five minutes before the shelter opens, a truck pulls up and a father and two kids make a beeline for the door. I decide to go to the door, too. I ask if they mind if I cut because I had been waiting there for two hours. They said no, they got to the door first. I explained that I got up at 5:30 AM to get there. Didn't care. The sign on the door has, in tiny print, that if there's a dispute over a dog, the first person to get in the doorway gets the dog.
I asked them what dog they wanted. They said the corgi.
I managed to sneak in the door ahead of them when the shelter opened and declare that I was going to adopt the corgi. They said they were at the door first.
I explained to all the people in the room how long we had been waiting outside the shelter, that I had left at 5:30 AM to guarantee I would get the dog. I showed them the photo I had taken of the time I had arrived outside the shelter. I explained (and they SAW) that I got through the door first without pushing or anything (though I did creep ahead). I explained how I've been stressing myself sick over this dog, how I had hardly gotten any sleep the last few nights, how I have been doing animal rescue work for years and I've wanted a corgi for a decade. One of the shelter workers even pointed out that she had seen my car outside the shelter when she came in.
They awarded the asshole man and his two bratty children the corgi. I argued about it, sometimes passionately and emotionally, and sometimes calmly and rationally.
They gave the fucking man the dog. The dog that I had woken up at 5:30 AM, driven forty minutes, and waited two hours for. The dog that I had stressed myself nearly sick over and lost sleep over.
I am so pissed off I can't even begin to tell you. And I know that if I had gone and stood outside the FUCKING DOOR a few minutes beforehand I would be petting her and introducing her to the house by now.
It is completely unfair.
I know that the right dog is out there for me somewhere, but she was my dream dog and I am so tired of being repeatedly disappointed. I can't even fucking believe this happened. I've been sobbing ever since I got home and I was in hysterics talking to my mom over the phone outside the shelter. The man and his kids just smiled at me like "HAHA, WE WIN" when they left with the dog and saw me sobbing outside the shelter.
Sometimes, I just feel like my life is falling apart.
