Behold the new addition to the PeaceMobile. No matter what angle I look at it, I just don't feel it today. With this on my car, I really have to track my road rage.
To take my mind off of how sick I feel, how bored I've become, and how thoroughly disgusted I am with this new last-minute client, I picked up my guitar and played a few songs. I didn't realize how much strength I was using just to sing.
After a few songs [on partial energy] I feel weak, tired, my throat is sore and I broke out in a cold sweat. But it was worth it. I miss singing. Playing my music is what helps keep me sane and motivated. It's like a personal meditation. So, not being able to play/sing whenever I want, has been more than frustrating.
Today's experience with this new client put me over the edge of insanity. They live in filth and disgust. She left no emergency information, no local contact numbers or no numbers where she could be reached - out of state. She neglected to write down all of her pets' names [as I asked] so I have no choice but to call them sweetie, love, boy, girl, kids...whatever they will respond to.
But the bonus: She left NO MONEY.
The even bigger bonus: Her apartment should be condemned.
I put my health at risk every time I step near that place. The smell of mold, mildew and steamy pet stench is overwhelming. It's rancid. How did I not notice this yesterday when we met? "Forgive the mess, I'm getting married." That's all I remember from yesterday. What the hell does that mean?
I'm sure there's no mistake in the missing emergency information. It's so bad that if I did have her phone number, I'd call her and tell her she needs to come home now to take care of her own animals because I won't do it for one more minute.
I even got the name of another petsitter who is available to help me this weekend. But because I don't know if I'll get paid for this job, I can't hire her. I'm tempted to bring the animals to their vet for the rest of the weekend. She would have to bail them out when she returns. But that would be more work than I care to engage.
So now, I'm stuck caring for these pets. This is where my heart has to rule. I can't take out my frustrations on the animals. They are obviously loved and well-trained. [But now I completely understand why they're also crazy and needy]. But I can't spend a lot of time with them because the smell of mold gets into my clothing, my head begins to throb and my throat starts to close up ... just from their long coats alone. My eyes are still burning from this afternoon's visit.
And you don't want to know about their food. From the looks of things, I can pretty much guarantee I won't see a penny from her. I gave her a great price-break...but not THAT great. Still, I'd almost rather she take the money and sanitize her place, buy new pet food and get her dogs groomed.
The woman seems like a nice person with a generous spirit. I have to rely on that experience. But I knew I didn't want this gig. I thought she was a friend of my friends when it turns out, they just met while walking their dogs the other morning.
Another hard lesson learned in the world of self-employment.
Off to visit them one last time for today [then three times tomorrow and again on Sunday]...