How in the world is any of this my fault?

Today my Boston Terrier Bandit ate the hell out my only pair of glasses. I've dealt with a lot of frustration and just plain things not going my way in the last couple of months. During January two different times weekends with my family were cancelled either due to funerals or snow. The last week all I've done at work is either move snow or scrape ice off sidewalks. Last week I met with the SPRC and Senior Pastor to try and work something out so when I am scheduled time off..., I get time off. I was told I am no different than any other employee in our area in that since health insurance is being shifted more to employees. I was hired with the promise of a wage a good %10 higher than the going rate for common labor and free health insurance. I understood this to be fair compensation for what I give up....I was agreeing to work every weekend, have in excess of a gazillion bosses, and be happy about doing everthing on the job description and then some. Last Thursday it started to snow in the late morning. By Friday morning there were knee deep drifts and thirty mile an hour winds...it was still snowing. Everybody and their brother had a blizzard holiday.... Not me. I was running a snow thrower around the place opening sidewalks and drive ways. Saturday I cleared the sidewalks at the streets where the plows had plugged them. When done I pushed the drifts out of the parking lot. (Not on the job description). This morning Amy's car was pissin' all over the first day off I've had in a week. Not even pissed at Amy...she's a good kid and was there when we needed a battery for the Blazer. No, this isn't about that... This is about the folks in the picture...and the mark they've left on me. When I couldn't find my glasses this afternoon I had a pretty good idea bandit may have had something to do with their disappearance. When I found them in three pieces in his kennel I was at my wits end. Too much..and I was pissed. That is how I learned young how to deal with things out of my control. Thanks Dad. I know you are lost a lot of the time now, but you've been that way to me all my life. Neither one of the folks in that picture ever really acted as if they ever gave a damn whether I was here or not. I would like to think maybe they might have loved me but I sure as hell nver felt it.