carolf (carolf) wrote,
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carolf

Moods

are contagious

The job I had before I married and moved away from it was one of those high-stress, high-politics kind of jobs in a cut-throat company.  In the last two years, most of my colleagues were demoralized and bitter, and conversations in the office fed an increasing cyclone of dissatisfaction.  I started having stomach cramps from the stress.

And then, one day, I simply stopped participating in the conversations.  I decided that, as long as I took my employer's dollar, then I would play by my employer's rules -- up to but not past my ethical lines.  Unless I was willing to walk away, I had no reason to add to the bad feeling around me.

My stomach uncramped.  I wasn't happy.  But I wasn't stressed out beyond my endurance, either.

So, you'd think I'd learned my lesson.  But, the last 8 years in my country have been 8 years of highly partisan, highly voyeuristic and highly critical emotions.  Everyone assumes the worst of everyone else, and revels in it when they find it.  I have tried to stay clean, but I learned today that I have not.

There is a story in the NYTimes about a cat in Germany that was barricaded up in a tub wall for 7 weeks.  The poor animal had wandered into a neighboring apartment as workers were doing some stuff with the pipes, and had the wall to the tub deck open.  The cat curled up in the hidey-hole, and the workers unknowingly walled her up when they finished.  It took 7 weeks for the neighbor to hear the poor thing crying.  The cat lost 8.8 pounds -- from a weight of 13.2 to 4.4. 

She survived.  Although the vet advised putting her down (because of her extreme weakness) the owner nursed her back to health, feeding her watered-down kitten food.  She's almost normal, and jumped up on her human's bed for the first time since the incident.

Happy ending.  And I'm glad.  Truly.

But I am appalled that my first reaction was not, "Oh! How wonderful!" but "Why didn't the woman keep her cat safely in her own apartment, locked in a room where the workers did not need to go in the first place.  That's what I would have done."

I think it's time I stop reading so much news -- maybe I'll get back to my normal, cheerful and tolerant self.
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