Monday, August 27, 2007

No Title

Work is killing me. I have to many patients. But I'm being good and pretending to have a good attitude,,,,,,,,,,,even when boss man talks to me, and I think he talks to me just to piss me off, but when he talks to me I just smile and pretend not to dislike him.

Daughter cheered at her first high school football game this past Saturday. She was a little nervous and forgot a couple of the cheers. So she just kinda stood there while the other girls did the routine.............I don't think anyone noticed. :O)

WHen I was a teenager my dad hired me to work in one of his stores......... on my first day, Stretch, one of the other employees says, so as to notify some of the other employees, "son of a bitch is here!" The back of the building was glass and it overlooked the employee parking lot. I turned to look outside to see who Stretch was referring to and was surprised to see my dad. I was 15....young, naive, and had never considered that someone would think of my dad as a son of a bitch. The comment just made me feel protective of my dad, and it hurt my feelings.
It wasn't until I was older that I understood where Stretch was coming from, not that I agreed with his comment, but I understood..........and it wasn't until I was older that I told dad what Stretch had said. Dad laughed.

No comments: