No Kip, the doctor telling you he needed a sputum sample wasn’t meant as an instruction to masturbate into a cup…
A bad breakup really is a kind of death-- the abrupt end of hopes and dreams for a future life. DS is feeling the full Elisabeth Kubler-Ross complement of anger, denial, bargaining, depression.
Well, that was hostile.
I hate the direction our company is going now. The new customer management system is horrible, difficult to figure out with poor training available and not the least bit intuitive to use. I would love to find a new job, but reading the job descriptions for posted positions makes me feel like a complete and total idiot, unqualified to do anything else. And I am somewhat smart and have a college degree. Very depressing.
Listen, the boys are 16 and 17. You don’t need to try to set up playdates, if they want to hang out together, they will hang out together!!
Amazing what a new haircut can do for my spirits! No more ponytails!!
Ok Indeed commercial- you played and played to remind me when I was looking for a job. Where are you now that I have offers:)
Happiness is my 20-year-old daughter CALLING me to tell me how excited she is about my new haircut! Wow!
My friend sent me a text that our sweet godkitty crossed the rainbow bridge today, and I am sitting on the bus with tears rolling down my face. So glad we got to see her on Saturday. The older I get, the harder it is to say goodbyes to our companions. 
Please let her get this job. It would be so perfect for her.
I was friends with J in high school and college. We might have dated if we were ever both single at the same time but it never happened. We drifted apart, reconnected vaguely via Facebook a few years back. I liked reading his posts. He never talked about what was going on in his life, just shared political stuff, memes and discoveries related to medieval history, reviews of SF and fantasy TV shows.
J died last Thursday night from his fourth heart attack. His brother came on his FB account and at first I thought it was a joke. His brother said they would need help cleaning his apartment, so I volunteered. About 20 of us showed up, all told.
It was horrible. I volunteered to clean the floor by his computer, forgetting J’s habits. He liked to clean out his ears and throw the Q-tips on the floor. He also threw important correspondence in the same pile. And toothpicks. He stopped smoking 10 years ago but I found old cigarette butts, and a number of vials of vaping… stuff.
And I found a small part of his porn collection. Oh, J, you never changed. Plus ‘dietary supplements’.
And I found the envelopes that his disability checks had come in, and letters back and forth about his appeal. And it became clear why J always had an excuse to miss group meetings that we occasionally still have – he didn’t have the money and didn’t want us to know.
We found a gun case and bullets and gun cleaning supplies. We never found his gun. I am afraid, thinking back, that he may have hidden it inside the decrepit printer that would not turn on when we plugged it in. The printer that I wrapped in a plastic trash bag and tossed on the pile on the curb. I hope if it was that the safety stays on.
Maybe don’t share every detail of your marital problems with your 1000 Facebook friends.
Athlete of the Week and you can’t spell his name right?? ~X(
It’s amazing how close you can feel to someone you haven’t known all that long, and see for a week once or twice yearly. I will miss you, my friend.
I love my village – family, friends, cc peeps. All of you.
Oh, please let this new job be the done deal that everyone tells me it is. And, please let it be as good of an opportunity as it looks like it is. Also, please let it proceed quickly so I can get the heck out of this department. It’s been a long time and I’m really ready. Tick tock tick tock…
It’s been just about 24 hours since your wake and funeral, and I still can’t get it off my mind.
Everyone agrees that your death was a blessing-- no one should have to endure what that disease did to your body. And from all reports, you bore it with incredible grace.
I can’t ever remember a memorial service that so humbled me. People came from all over the northeast-- some as far as Chicago-- to honor your memory. Coaches from other schools came from Westchester and NYC and Suffolk to be at your wake. Former students-- some from the 80’s and 90’s, now adults-- came too. One man worked all day in Washington DC, got on Amtrak for your wake, and had to be back in DC this morning.
You molded generations of doctors and lawyers and writers… and a lot of other kids who never would have found their full potential without your help and guidance.
We laughed a lot, as you would have wanted. And your eulogy was delivered with charm and grace, by 3 of the men who shared your faith, your fellowship and your brotherhood for all those years.
The world is a lesser place for your absence. Know that you’ll be sorely missed.
Hm, what do you know? I got a job that pays better! Not that I hated my last job, but I guess things worked out in the end.
Also, maybe I should considering working in administration in the future. I never thought I would enjoy taking phone calls.
Hire a clown and you’re going to see a circus.
Today feels like herding cats… on steroids.