Did I mentioned I am recently divorced after almost thirty years ~ separated from my estranged spouse for fifteen of those years?
Oh it is true.
I raised two kids, worked at two jobs, went back to college, and concentrated on being a good example to my children.
During this period of my life, I did NOT date, fuck, go to bars, go out with friends, do drugs or anything else that would deem me irresponsible or take away from sharing my time with my kids, work or my education.
I did not have the time for anything else and I sure as hell did not need or want any distractions.
With absolutely no regrets.
Once the kids were on their own and living their lives as adults themselves ~
I met a man who owned a business and I donated an item to his cause.
In return, he invited me to dinner.
I accepted his invite for two reasons ~
I loved the work he was involved in and I wanted to see if I was ready for the dating scene.
Turned out to be the best night of my entire adult life as a W-O-M-A-N …
well, without sex, drugs, or alcohol!
We ended the evening with a handshake and a hopeful see you again.
There have been texting, phone conversations and of course social media communication.
I wanted him to kiss me already.
The older, more-mature man had my panties in a constant state of twisted wetness.
Something I had not felt in a hundred years.
Finally, we met up.
He got into my car and immediately wrapped me in his arms and kissed me thoroughly for two solid hours.
I have no idea how we kept our clothes on but I did go home in a hazy, drunken state of lust.
That moment and kiss was worth the fifteen years I had waited for.
I want more.
In the meantime…
I am keeping my wits about me and hoping that he will not continue to keep me at arms length.
He knows we have a connection.
He is worth the wait.
However, if he is not The Man I am suppose to move forward with in my newly founded freedom of adult womanhood…
The shelter I worked at was in reality Animal Control (city limits only) for Small Town Midwest USA. Hence, I was employed by the city not Mercedes Misty.
Medical expenses were also paid by the city residents of the small town. However, Mercedes Misty also had a private shelter fund she supposedly used when her budget did not always make ends meet (although her budget for the city quadrupled in the five years since being contracted out by the small town.
I am going to let you all chew on that bit of information for awhile.
Let that shit sink in…
The very next day after the dawg fight and Hero euthanized and packed away is our deep freezer (even though the incident could have been avoided and I believe Hero was only trying to protect me by getting me out of the way) ~
Thunder was taken to the veterinary for surgery to be neutered.
I should also remind you about how freaking muscular and strong this fella is.
In order to walk this dawg, I had put a harness and a collar on him because it took two leashes to even somewhat hold on to him.
The very first time I initially walked him no one had told me the 60 pounder was as strong as he was.
I looked like a cartoon character flying like a kite behind him ~ my feet did not touch the ground straight out of the gate.
It did not help that he thought he was a dainty lap dawg either.
Thunder immediately had to wear the “cone of shame” because he just would not leave his once manliness alone!
During the two days after the initial dawg fight, I was on my scheduled days off.
Thunder and I seemed to be the only two affected by the life-changing after effects of the dawg fight
I no longer felt safe with my peers and for the first time in my life ~
I felt afraid of dawgs…
When I applied for the position, I even said one special talent I had was being a “dawg whisperer.”
I digress (but only a little).
Thunder had been back to the vet yet again. The pain meds, the cone of shame, and the two leashes were not keeping this tough guy down. No Siree.
Therefore, he seemed to be having swelling issues and for the next three days guess who had to ice his ball sack for twenty minutes a day, FOUR times a day and the ace bandage them each time?
You guessed it ~ ME!
By the end of the second day, Thunder wasn’t even going to allow me to wrap him. He turned his head with his cone slapping the wall and growled at me ~ as if to say: “I don’t think so. “ and I was not even going to argue the facts with him.
During the next mornings walk, I noticed something hanging from Thunders surgery area.
I snapped a photo and sent it via text to the group.
. Needless to say, poor Thunder had to undergo another surgery. This time his entire sack had to be removed (talk about big balls)!
I hate to admit it, but Thunder and I were bonding over his illnesses and time.
Oh I wanted to hate him!
Everyone loved Hero.
He was a beautiful species and was so ever docile. He would walk on his leash like a gentleman ~ not an 80 pound fighting machine.
Hero did not bark while inside his kennel.
He would lay on the coolness of the concrete floors of the shelter and just watch his surroundings. Although, once during our photo session I blew on his ear to hopefully make them stand ~
He tilted his head to look at me.
His eyes were saying: “ bitch! Do not fuck with my ears.” I immediately apologize and promised not to ever do it again. As well as, making a note to the others not to as well.
I would have understood better if we had euthanized both animals but not just one.
I will say, I finally came to terms with his death ~ believing he is much happier after crossing the Rainbow Bridge instead of hanging in a barred kennel waiting for the right family to come adopt him.
Plus, all the money going into a stray dog brought in by a neighboring town and having to keep him on medical hold for the next 4 -6 weeks before even taking applications for adoptions ~
Served Mercedes Misty right for puttingThunder through such pain and trauma. His bark had even changed dramatically.
So did mine.
I was exhausted from being the main caregiver every shift I had with this dawg.
He had even went through two more cone of shames because he was bound and determined to lick that spot!
The medicine given by our vet to calm him could have put two horses and a cow down.
But not Thunder.
Then I found a list on my favorite music app that was called Dawg Calming Music.
I brought in a cheap Bluetooth speaker and played the soft orchestra music for him.
I’ll be damn!
Not going to lie.
I began spoiling this blue and white beautiful dawg. I would put his medicine in a spoon of wet dawg food and then share my morning breakfast of pop tarts with him (strawberry).
I still had to walk him with two leashes and yes I was still the one being flown around the yard on my shifts because the aide said “it hurt her wrists” trying to walk him (20 years old and whined all the time about some damn pain).
Finally, after several months (or at least it seems that way) a family came in to adopt Thunder Dawg.
As much as I loved that dawg (and had begged my sister to let me bring him home at one time) and as much as I knew I would miss him…
I was physically ready to get him out the door!
He was such a ham.
As you can see by the picture, Thunder looked as if he belonged to me ~
Pretty sure he thought the same.
As I turned to walk back in to the shelter after saying goodbye ~
Thunder thought he was supposed to come back in with me. He yanked his new owner forward trying to walk with me.
I could tell he was going to have a great new life with his new “forever” home…
Or at least I had hoped so.
Later we would find out otherwise.
Thunder was not the only dawg brought in from outside city limits and he was not the first to have to receive extensive medical treatment paid for by your local government and tax money.
The fact is ~
There was not hardly any animals other than cats that were from your community. Most of the cats were trapped by the senior ACO and myself…
Mercedes Misty would turn them away…
Of course there is more to come.
I can not wait to share it.
If not one thing comes from my story (like the fall of Mercedes Misty) at the very least ~
My broken heart will have purged my hurt and the betrayal of my “shelter family.”
I have refrained from writing about my daily adventures as an Animal Control Officer up to this point.
I did not want to offend anyone or put myself in a position as a city employee that would damage my current position.
I do not have to worry any longer…
As I dressed for my first interview with the director, I knew it was pertinent for her (Mercedes Misty) to understand exactly the kind of person I am.
1. I do not lie (Sometimes I am almost brutally honest without the intention of hurting anyone).
2. I do not steal.
3. I am a person who believes in the value of ethics and morals. I stay TRUE to myself because of such said lines I feel needs drawn in the sand UP FRONT!
So I wore my Ms. Mae shirt that has my websites address on the back of it.
As well as, encouraging the staff to read up on The Real Ms. Mae because I did not want to hide or fake my sometimes harsh or crass honesty that is my personality…
You might understand I had been in the thick of the woods purging and had not been anywhere for three months ~ not even the grocery store. . .
Not seeing any one other than my sister who I lived with and my two dawgs.
No communication whatsoever.
This job turned up at the right time in my life.
I had explained to the director I felt lost at the moment with no intentional direction.
Mercedes Misty told me that was the very reason she wanted me to be a part of her Shelter Family.
After another interview with the director and Senior ACO (Animal Control Officer) ~
I was Interviewed as a formality by the city council board and the very next began my employment as a city employee.
I have to say this ~
I fell in love with my new career.
I have not been this happy and centered in my working environment for a very very long time (if ever).
I also have to say I had not lived in a small rural town for two decades.
Furthermore, I forgot about how small minded with big ass mouths these small places have ~ mostly improvising because I do not give them the information they want and need to share the truth.
Or my real story is so fucking boring their own ideals about me sounded way better (juicier) to anyone else’s ears who would listen.
Or how each small town has the group of people who play the parts of thinking they are “someone” because they have “power” and what they deem as having “money.”
They do not want to see or hear the truth coming from an outsider who does not know who the “important people” are.
And I do not want to know who they deem “the important people” are in Small Town Midwest Missouri.
I am the crazy type of person who thinks and treats everyone the SAME until I am proven otherwise.
Especially, in small communities where your last name, social status, or bank account might make or break you in becoming an active and respectable member of (their) society.
I always tend to root and protect the underdog (literally and hypothetically).
What could be a better place for me to get paid for my cheerleading than an animal shelter (I already worked with children on and off for almost 30 years)…
My soul was on fire again with a passion to save and protect the animals within the small community.
After receiving my certification with the state of Missouri as an Animal Control Officer and Humane Investigator I felt even more confident in my new career choice. . .
What I did not count on was a contracted city employee to be a manipulative and jealous woman that would undermine my every move.
You know the narcissist and selfish people I am speaking of ~
Those who feel so threatened by ones confidence, positivity and kindness towards others (who really only want to appease those who line their pockets)…
She thought she could make me quit.
She thought being condescending would “put me in my place.”
She thought she could set me up for trouble and failure.
She thought she was fucking with a kid who did not know any better and would allow her to walk me on her own leash of micromanaging.
She must not have thoroughly read my blog posts or paid attention to any of my other social media contents.
Because she was wrong in thinking or playing any reindeer games with this FIERCE Adult woman!
I loved this job so damn much I almost forgot who I was for a minute as well.
The last couple of months Mercedes Misty was dogging my every move so badly I would need to spend the first day I would have off, sick in bed (an underlying health condition I have and stress about takes me out completely).
I used every means of self control to keep from lashing out with my frustration and exhaustion.
When she came in to the office I would continue to greet her with a smile and a “Good Morning!”
I would then leave the building to do checks on any animals in outside kennels, take ginormous bags of trash to the dumpsters, use a pooper scooper to collect any poo remaining in the yard~ anything to keep away from her and her micromanaging-condescending-jealous-hatefulness she seemed to spew my way at all times.
She would then call out to me to “come” like one of her pets ~ to heel beside her at the desk she sat at without any reasoning for my presence other than seeing if I would obey her command.
Of course, I did not.
Therefore, she would send out one of the ACA’s (Animal Care Attendee) who was her go-to pet whenever I refuse her constant demands.
Good girl Lassie (I am being so sarcastic but it is the honest to goodness truth)!
I was always surprised when she would not throw a treat in the air for them to catch for obeying.
I am not a vindictive person.
Even though I feel there has yet to be any justice in my life ~
I still refused to do anything other than let Karma take over.
One of my last days of work at the shelter, I did indeed snap…
It had been an exceptionally long and tough day. I was hosing out the work truck and replenishing the content needed for our day to day regime when Mercedes Misty headed out for the day.
It was also closing time for the public (something Mercedes Misty had been doing the last few days-staying so late).
I was at the back of the building washing up the dirty bowls from the day and a man standing at the front office caught my eye.
I immediately called out for the ACA and greeted the man with a warm tired smile.
He had picked up a boxer off the highway as he came into our small town and a police officer had supposedly told him to bring it to our shelter.
Who am I to call him a liar (which is EXACTLY what Mercedes Misty said every time we got a dog from someone who lived outside of our city limits).
Standard procedure is taking a copy of the persons drivers license and have them sign a non-owner surrender form. I did just that before walking out to the mans truck to see the dog.
Needless to say, the ACA called the director and told her I took the dog even though she had received a call earlier from someone saying their boxer needed a new home because it was sick and he could not afford a vet visit.
Absolutely none of this is true.
As ACA then handed me the phone (her personal cellphone) in which the director was on the other end screaming at me.
I tried explaining the situation to her but she hung up on me.
Thinking I would have to deal with her the next day after she had calmed down~
I finished closing up and put the new dog in a kennel.
Guess who called back on the office while I was finishing paperwork for the days end?
Mercedes Misty said on the other end once I answered:
“You know what? Fuck YOU Mae. All you have to do is your fucking job. You do not want a fight with me. Do you NOT KNOW WHO I AM?”
Remember I did say I snapped?
Words took over and there was no longer any respect or admiration in my voice. . .
“NO MISTY ~ FUCK YOU!
I DO, do my job and I do it well and if you would leave me the fuck alone and let me do my job we would not have the issues we have! AND NO I DO NOT GIVE TWO FUCKS WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!
I will NOT quit and I will NOT hit you but if you do not back off I will leave early for the day and let you clean up!”
Then I hung up on HER!
The ACA then said she was not trying to get me in trouble when she phoned the director and hoped “we are still good right?”
The very next day I was suspended until the next council meeting where I could prove my case and give my own statement.
I was so proud of myself and the evidence I had collected throughout my time with the shelter.
Guess what though?
Mercedes Misty and her husband own a beer distribution warehouse that offers many in the town employment to buy their redneck bellies more beer.
I was terminated due to the council feeling it would be “too much of a toxic environment for me to continue working in…”
Now I am going to destroy that condescending, manipulative, backstabbing, lying dumb ass.
Even If not one single person reads and shares this blog post ~
Over and over again.
In addition, I am going to post pictures and excerpts from group texts that shows just how much of a liar and cruel person she is in reality and the community.