I’m sorry about your brother, butters. I lost my big brother fifteen years ago and still miss him.
Good luck on your upcoming surgery wetone. Isn’t all of the prep fun?
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I have most of my desk packed up for the move tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll last the rest of the week working. I had a blood count done yesterday afternoon to determine if I’ll need a pint before surgery. All of this is wearing me out.
If a duck farts in the woods and no one hears or smells it, did it really happen?
Remember how I said I didn’t think I had any flakes? Well, that was a big ol’ WRONG!!! Sigh. I had explained over the phone to the person I was meetin’ with this afternoon this was a position as a cook assistant. It involves stockin’ shelves, doin’ prepwork, and washin’ pots and pans in an industrial kitchen. Meals on Wheels are prepared there. It involves bein’ able to stand constantly, and lift anywhere from 30 to 50 pounds at times. He tells me he can handle all that. In he walks with a cane and pronounced limp. He tells me he had some major surgery on an artery in his left leg two weeks ago. He can do exactly NONE of those duties right now. Right now is the need. Give him a couple months he says and he can. That ain’t right now. Sigh. I am up to my neck in the stoopid as of late.
Thus endeth the gripe. I shall now go snoop teh intartoobz for a little while to calm myself down.
I talked with OYKW a few minutes ago. He wants to go to one of the good local [del]hog troughs[/del] buffets for dindin. He’s buyin’ so works fo me! We’re actually goin’ early as he has a meetin’ to go to this evenin’, poor thing. Early is good for me cause I’m gettin’ hongry.
Around here the trucks just pull up to the door and deliver packages.