Just a little poem

I don't know who wrote this, I got it in e-mail. (yes, one of those ones that say you have to send it to more people or you have no friends, but thats besides the point) The point is, that I do like the little poem, so I'm putting it here.
If I could catch a rainbow

I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty

On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain

You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,

A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles

I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding

are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,

A friend who's always there.

Am I what? Ohh... Can you define that first?

People ask me if I'm happy, I ask them to define "Happy" for me. If people ask if I like my job (or tell me that I do, cus I get that A LOT) I usually tell them yes, or nod in agreement. But sometimes, I wonder. I ask other people if they like their jobs. Because I wonder. I don't know if I like my job or not. Sometimes I there are good moments, sometimes there are bad moments, and sometimes, I just don't feel it. I wonder, Do I like my job, and just dislike the bad parts, or do I dislike my job, and just like the good bits? Or maybe, maybe, I'm just still undecided. the jury is still out, I'm still on the fence. I think my situation is sort of unique, because I'm told all the time "wow, you must LOVE working here." However, I work there because I love animals, and love it when animals love me. I do not work there because I like spending so much time on the computer, doing paperwork, on the phone, talking to people who are difficult or JUST DON'T GET IT!!!, cleaning up dog/cat waste, doing laundry, scrubbing walls, doing dishes, sweeping floors, having most of the animals start their trip to the shelter by hating me because of all that I represent, feeling the heartbreaking sadness of when something goes wrong, and an animal can't find a home, turning away dozens upon dozens of animals at the door, etc, etc. The list goes on and on. Looking at that list, there are far more things going against working there, than there are keeping me working at the shelter. However, size and length aren't everything, and yes, I will give you a moment to drag your minds out of the gutter. Really now. :-p Just because the con list is longer than the pro list, does not mean that the cons outweigh the pro's. There are other things to add to the pro list I'm sure, I just wasn't intending on making a list. Just on the general track of, I'm not sure. I don't really know if I would like or dislike other jobs better. Blah, I dunno.

Music has such an effect...

Why does my heart... feel so bad, Why does my soul... feel so bad...
I went to a conference yesterday about animal sheltering. One of the workshops was put on by one of the agents on "Animal Precinct", and he had a short video, that was just faces of animals that were in need of help... and it had a song playing in, and the above were the lyrics. The faces were sad enough, the music really added a kick to it though. A few tears escaped. One of my coworkers was trying real hard to control her crying, she almost had to get up and leave. If I had been alone, I would have just sobbed, hard core. Such sadness.