Who hit me with her cart at Safeway today. You are an asshat. My ankle will never be the same. Then when I went back to my truck with winds of 5,678 miles an hour howling around me... the truck door door closed on the same ankle. Ouch...Ouch and Ouch.
It's Murphy's Law happening..... my company short term insurance will be expiring at the end of the month after I get turfed. It's okay... I can walk and might even be able to kick her ass if I ever see her again.
There are so many things to think about with you are forced to retire. Now, finally the word is out and our employees know about it....and are giving me the sad eyes. People from head office finally got the message today, and are congratulating me on my forced retirement. Little do they know it was not my idea. I say nothing...because that's the way I roll. What's the point.
The company is being very generous, and I'm getting all sorts of stuff and money. And a luncheon with staff clients and friends.
I'm inviting all of you to my private retirement party. It will on Friday April 30th. on facebook. It can't be done here. I'm calling it balonie bites the dust.
If you need the address let me know. Now I'm going to eat soup.