Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Good News and Bad News

Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which do you want to hear first?

Well, let's get the bad news out of the way. My mom called me on Sunday to tell me my little Beeber passed away. That's my nickname for my cat, Long. I know it sounds silly to eulogize a pet, but if you've ever had a pet die, I hope you understand.
Long was so cute. He was just the sweetest cat. I found him as a kitten, abandoned, up in a tree. I had to climb up it to pluck him out. I called him my Baby, which evolved to BeeBee and then Beeber. Um, anyway ... I thought he would live forever. He seemed so young, and he was 12 this year, which is actually kind of old. But he has been sick recently with an upper respiratory infection, and my mom said he started to sneeze blood. Turns out he had developed a bad case of pneumonia. My parents had him put to sleep. I don't even know if that was Sunday or Saturday. I'll have to ask my mom. They buried him at their house next to our other cat, Toe, who died last June; 6/6/06, to be exact. Toe, who had extra toes like mittens, was 16.

Long's littermate, Short (Long had a long tail, Short has a short tail) is still kickin'. He is retarded. No, I'm serious. So it's amazing he is still alive. Very sad that they are all reaching their life expectancies.
I feel very sad especially because I knew Long had been kind of sick. I kept thinking that the next time I talked to my mom, she would say he was fine. I feel really badly because I have been so wrapped up in my life and all the changes and excitement going on that I feel like I forgot about or neglected Long. And other things in my life that matter. I feel like Long was like the Giving Tree. I hardly ever go home to my parents' house anymore. I feel so bad because last week my mom kept seeming like she was really wanting me to come visit. She kept saying things like I had mail to pick up, or I should see the progress on their kitchen remodeling, or she wanted me to stop by to visit because my dad was away on business. Now I realize she wanted me to come say goodbye to Long. I did go home last Wednesday, and was shocked at Long's deteriorating health. I wish I would have spent more time with him. I love you, Beeber.

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Now for the good news! I GOT A NEW JOB!!! I am SO excited! This is absolutely crazy, but I am actually working at my dream job! I don't even know how to say it, but I recieved a HUGE blessing. I am now working as a copy editor for Gannett News Service! This is amazing. Gannett owns USA Today and 85 other papers across the U.S. They are huge. I am working at the Gannett and USA Today headquarters in McLean; a supersweet, architecturally mindblowing building:
I work in the Gannett building on the left. USA Today is on the right.

I am SOOOOooo glad I took the chance and had faith that in quitting my old job something better would come along.

Gannett News Service is like the Associated Press of the Gannett company. All the papers they own look to them for redistribution of local stories that are of national interest. So I am copy editing stories sent to the headquarters from all over the nation. I also design the Markets & Money page and the Nation & World page. So, for example, if your local Gannett-owned paper has a Market Watch section, or a World News section, chances are I designed and edited that. C-R-A-Z-Y. It also sounds way more big-time than it is at this point, since I am just learning it and there are several editors who oversee what I do. But still! I feel so blessed. Right now it is a temporary position through January, but it has a good chance of being permanent after that. Let's hope!

9 comments:

Stephanie J. Robertson said...

sorry to hear about your cat- sounds kind of like good old hugo. it was their time, but still sad.

also, congrats on the PERFECT new job! live the dream for me please (well, live it for yourself, but just know that i am cheering you on!).

modestmuse said...

I didn't know about HUGO! It was definitely time for him though.

Thanks about the job!

Iggy Bloggit said...

i knew you'd get it!! ok, can we hang out more often, because you seem to be a haven of good luck :) in fact... can you get me a job there with you? then when you move here and become my neighbor we can carpool together...

growing up i only had birds and fish, but recently my family got a cat. his name is Jofavio and we totally spoil and adore him. even though i only go home like twice a month, i always walk in the door and say hi to him before even acknowledging anyone else. i guess i am saying i am sorry about your cat.

the end.

leslie

corbin said...

Your cat looks just like our cat. When Alice reads this, she will probably cry. Then she will cry tears of joy that you found your dream job. She is still looking for hers.

Congrats grad! and I'm so sorry all at once.

mel said...

yeah!!!!! I will do a happy dance for you. That is absolutely fantastic. We need to celebrate for sure! :) Sorry no email back yet, w/ getting back from vaca, LSAT and work i'm still trying to swim. But really, we need to chill, and seriously congrats. you rock!

modestmuse said...

Leslie, I wish you and everyone the same luck. If I can get you in, I will! In the meantime, we will hang out more often -- just don't stop being my friend if the luck turns out not to be contagious ;) Thanks for sharing about Jofavio. He sounds like a very lucky and loved kitty :)

Corbin, I am sure your kitty has many happy years ahead of him. Thank you for the condolonces and congrats. It is a very eventful time of life for me. Now I am wishing you guys could come out here in Feb.! Even though I told you not to worry about it. I changed my mind :)

Melinda, no worries. I am thinking I won't apply at your place :/ but THANKS for the tip. Would've been fun. I don't even think I'm going to take the FSWE! I know!! I am so sold on this job though. Yay! I want to see all your pics. When can I come over??

nomadic gnome said...

Congrats!! I'm so glad things worked out for you. I totally admire your courage and faith.

And I can relate to your retarded cat. Well, not me personally, like I'm not a retarded cat or anything but my family used to have one. She was diagnosed as "special" by the vet.

Are you going to be our neighbor?

Stephanie J. Robertson said...

yoyo- check your email- i need your address pronto!!!! it's christmas card time...

modestmuse said...

LOL! I like the clarification on the retarded cat. I wonder how they get that way? My cat was off to begin with but as a kitten he was sick and I had to give him antibiotics. I wonder if they did a number on his brain? Or maybe he had a fever that fried it. Thanks for the congrats. I hope I'll be your neighbor; we'll see. Apt.-hunting has lost its novelty. I think we are going to have a sleepover soon though. I've invited myself over, Leslie acquiesced, and you have no choice haha