Unbelieveable.

I thought my bad luck had passed. After all the craziness of last winter/spring, my life had started to calm down. My panic has been under control, and I had finally begun to pull myself out of a deep depression. I was reconnecting with friends, my job was going well, and I was really excited for birthdays, weddings, new tattoos, hanging out by the pool with Katie, and long nights drinking porch beers with my friends.

Sunday night, we went to the Belmont in Hamtramck. We had a great time chatting it up with Tait and Darcie, and it was a great night. On Monday, we celebrated Eric's birthday. We went to schedule an appointment for his new tattoo (a birthday gift from me) and played skee-ball at Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum. We stopped by his parent's house so Eric could open gifts. Huey the cat came out to get pets and wish Eric a happy birthday before retreating to his chair. We then headed out for a nice evening with friends in downtown Utica. Right as the night was winding down, we get a text message from Chelsie, Eric's sister. Huey had hurt his paw jumping off his chair and he was in a lot of pain. Huey is a 17 year old cat, and has been very sick. Seizures, strokes, and renal failure. We went right over to the house, and instantly, I was in tears watching this poor cat try to get around and hide. We made the horrible decision to take Huey to the vet to be put down. Eric and I took Huey to a 24-hour vet. The whole way, he was crying, and so was I. I tried my best to comfort him on his last car ride. I was bawling as we walked him in to the vet. We signed all the papers, and they took Huey into the back. They made a pawprint in clay. We spent some time with him, and then it was time. I gave him a kiss and some gentle pets and walked out. It was fast, and he didn't suffer. The ride back to the house was quiet. Neither one of us knew what to say. After dropping off Huey's pawprint and giving hugs, we went home. It was very late. I had a meeting at the office the next day, but Sara and Katie knew what was going on with Huey, and I told them to tell everyone that I couldn't make it.

I wish I would have gone to the meeting.

Recently, Starbucks announced that it would be closing 600 corporate-run stores nationwide. Lots of different things factored into the decisions on what stores to close. I was positive that my store was safe. Yeah, we have been slower than normal, but between the Art and Apples festival and the holiday light fiasco, we made up for it.

Or so I thought.

My store is closing. I have a choice between a possible store transfer or a severance package. I really don't know what I should do. I just know that I am scared and really sad. I love my store, and my coworkers are family to me.

I have been sitting around all day reeling from the events of the last two days. If only I could go back 48 hours so I can spend just a little more time before shit hit the fan. I know that a lot of people are far worse off than me. But, as my dad said to me yesterday, I have never been able to deal with change well. It takes a long time for me to adjust to new routines, places, and people.

I know I'll be fine, but I'm feeling pretty lousy right now.