Thanks everyone.

Leslie,

From the looks of the place, it's the size of a VERY small Kentucky Fried Chicken building (that's the only way I know how to describe it).

I offered to help clean the boxes and feed them while I was there and she said no. I was so totally disgusted and felt terrible for the animals there.

I'm okay. I'm so frustrated over not being able to find a full-time job it's doing a real number on my depression. Of course I don't have benefits to go see my doctor, so I just sit here in my apartment, cry and sleep alot. I have my good days and bad days.

I'm going to the shelter this afternoon. I wish it were open longer so I could stay, but their hours are very specific, Saturdays, 10-2, Monday through Friday, 10-11 and 1-2.

How's things at your end???