In this WIP, Rosemary is struggling to keep a small independent animal shelter going. Her friends brainstormed some fundraising ideas with her and she’s optimistic about the future. Now to appease the County and its code requests.
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As the dust from the departing car settled, Rosemary headed inside feeling more peaceful than she’d felt for several weeks. She wished she had the time, money and resources to help all of the abandoned and homeless dogs and cats. It was a larger job than she alone was capable of. All she could do was help the few she ran across in her own little corner of the world. And even that minor aide had looked like it was reaching the endpoint. Until now. Her friends stepped in and offered a ray of hope. Tomorrow she’d deal with Clyde, and she’d do it without feeling that a shadow of doom hung over her head.
First thing the next morning it was apparent that Clyde hadn’t gotten the memo about cooperating with Rosemary’s request. He didn’t share her optimism that all was going to be okay now.
“No can do,” was his repeated answer. “Nope. No extension. The inspection will be as scheduled and if you’re not in compliance we will lock the gates.”
“Who is your immediate superior? I want their name.” Rosemary meant business and she’d follow any chain of command necessary to get an answer that was workable. “You’re just the bottom rung there and I refuse to deal with you anymore. I want your supervisor’s name.”
“I’m the inspector assigned to this segment of the County. I’m the one you have to work with.”
The man’s arrogant and obstinate attitude infuriated Rosemary. It was a good thing she couldn’t reach through the phone. She’d probably slap the jerk. “Well, we’ll see about that,” she responded. “You’ve been a bureaucrat too long and that’s the only way you know how to think. Well, I’m not one and I know how to look at situations with an open mind, especially when there’s a solution available. I’m not going to keel over and quiver in fear about your demands. This is my first request for an extension and it’s a reasonable one. There is a plan in place to comply with all the code requirements. But, since you’re unwilling to even discuss the issue, I’ll do what I have to do on my end.”
Click. At that moment Rosemary wished she were on an old fashioned land line instead of a cell phone. It was much more satisfying to hang up on someone when you could slam the receiver down with a bang. The silent fingertip on ‘end’ just didn’t have the same oomph.
The battle with Clyde had escalated. The difference now was that she felt more powerful. She wasn’t overwhelmed with demands that she couldn’t fulfill. The hopeless feeling that settled around her as a fog for the past few weeks dissipated. In its place was a calm feeling of strength and resolve.
She flipped open her laptop. It took several attempts to navigate the County website until she found the name she needed. Mr. County Supervisor, watch out. Here I come. She leaned back and surveyed her desk littered with mounds of scribbled notes and ideas from the night before. I need to organize these into a coherent plan if I’m off to do battle with the County. But first, my morning rounds of the pens. Then I’ll come back and work on my plan of attack.