My poor girl

Right now, my cat Charlotte is asleep under the futon. She doesn't want food, she doesn't want attention. She wants to be left alone.

I don't know what to do. I fear she's having a bad reaction to the meds I've been giving her each morning for her thyroid condition. But I am resistant to take her to the vet. She hates it so much, it terrifies her so. She's old, she's weak. I'm not sure it's right to subject her to that.

But if I don't take her, then what? Sleeping by herself under the sofa, without the interest in food or friendship she had just yesterday, is no way to live.

My poor girl. I hope she knows how much she is loved, and how hard I am trying to decide what's best for her.

The Killing Season

History teaches us that, if there are going to be lay offs, they will likely be on Tuesday, February 18. And I am worried.

Our client's fiscal year runs from February to February, and there are signs that they want to spend less with us. One are that I know about is travel expenses. Other areas, that I don't know about, could include our salaries.

My little creative team, which includes four of us in a single, over-sized office, just found out on Monday that we're being moved to an even smaller clown car ... I mean office. I'm not only unhappy about this because I hate the lack of privacy, but because of what I'm afraid it represents in terms of our value to this agency.

It occurs to me, too, that we were supposed to initiate performance appraisals in January. Well, January has come and gone and there was no additional word on the topic. And there wouldn't be ... if a blood bath was on the way.

I am worried. I am scared.

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