kicking puppies is bad

Karma, you and I seen to have established some sort of inverse relationship. You see, when I do *nice* things, you are supposed to be *nice* to me. This past week has been hell. It was so bad that I cried at work. And I’m not one of those girly girls who crys. Ever. I understand that crummy things happen occasionally. I’m ok with that. But nice things are supposed to happen too. And you have been exceptionally harsh towards me this week.

You see, I volunteer. A lot. I rescue dogs. I tutor kids. I’m in the process of becomming a certified foster parent in Monroe County. I donate money to worthy causes. I’m randomly nice to people I meet. I generally try not to be evil (although I think I mentioned something about work related cost analysis in my profile).

Somehow Karma, you seem to have missed all this. You see, Wednesday my grandma died. One of my best friends started dating someone new. While this is *good* for him, it sucks for me. It means there is less time for me, and given their history, I’m not 100% sure that it isn’t going to end in a horrible nasty way. And that will suck for everyone. My dog is sick (nasty diarrhea). Another permanent home fell through for my foster dog “Tango” (see my June 19th post: Please adopt the horniest dog in the world…). I got an intern at work, and while he is nice, there is some awkwardness because he is the kid of one of my coworkers, and he is less familiar with programming than I had anticipated, and he wants to be my friend. And he is praying for me. This makes me uncomfortable. To top it all off, after what may have been the *worst* week I’ve had in a long time, some assholes tagged my car last night.

So Karma, what did I do? I mean, I’m really making an effort here, and you don’t seem to be working with me. The bastards tagging my car is the last straw. I give up. I might as well start being evil.