My brother is okay, just a little bruised and shaken. My car on the other hand...
It may never see the light of day again. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled that my brother is okay. That is the single phone call I dread the most in the world. And unless I die before him, it's a phone call I will have to get someday. When your brother is your best friend and basically everything in the world to you, when that time comes, it's going to be utterly devastating.
Had what very nearly became an all out screaming match with a coworker at lineup yesterday. She is completely rude and disrespectful to everyone, even the manager, and someone needed to finally tell her. So I did. Of course, now she probably has a hit out on me, but fuck her. She's a complete bitch and she needed to know that she's not going to run me over like she does everyone else. Well, instead of acting like a grown up, she called in the head manager. He didn't even come up from the office! He completely ignored the situation. What a chump. She had the nerve to tell me I was being disrespectful and inappropriate RIGHT after she got in the floor managers face. It's ridiculous. Not to mention all the times she's screamed at other coworkers in front of guests, talked behind their backs, etc etc etc. It's sickening. She's almost 50 years old and she acts like a child. Growl. I'm calling the union today to see if I can get some of this shit taken care of...
*edit*: I've got a few more thoughts I felt I needed to get "on paper". Death is plaguing me a lot lately. I'm afraid of dying without really living and I'm so tired of being tied down. This free spirit can't take it anymore. I'm surrounded by death, it's in every direction I look and every direction I take. I hate it. My friend Cory's former partner in the military is MIA. The guy who was Brenden's current partner is dead. That could have been Cory. How can you imagine life without someone? Things could never...would never be the same. Being so scared for my brother yesterday opened my eyes to a lot of things. I'm terrified that I'm not doing my best to actually be alive.

Had what very nearly became an all out screaming match with a coworker at lineup yesterday. She is completely rude and disrespectful to everyone, even the manager, and someone needed to finally tell her. So I did. Of course, now she probably has a hit out on me, but fuck her. She's a complete bitch and she needed to know that she's not going to run me over like she does everyone else. Well, instead of acting like a grown up, she called in the head manager. He didn't even come up from the office! He completely ignored the situation. What a chump. She had the nerve to tell me I was being disrespectful and inappropriate RIGHT after she got in the floor managers face. It's ridiculous. Not to mention all the times she's screamed at other coworkers in front of guests, talked behind their backs, etc etc etc. It's sickening. She's almost 50 years old and she acts like a child. Growl. I'm calling the union today to see if I can get some of this shit taken care of...
*edit*: I've got a few more thoughts I felt I needed to get "on paper". Death is plaguing me a lot lately. I'm afraid of dying without really living and I'm so tired of being tied down. This free spirit can't take it anymore. I'm surrounded by death, it's in every direction I look and every direction I take. I hate it. My friend Cory's former partner in the military is MIA. The guy who was Brenden's current partner is dead. That could have been Cory. How can you imagine life without someone? Things could never...would never be the same. Being so scared for my brother yesterday opened my eyes to a lot of things. I'm terrified that I'm not doing my best to actually be alive.
You are totally yummy by the way!