I'm actually already over this

[lastbadger]

So NOW my fucking boss is dead. Heart Attack! I'm so sick of all this sickness and death and fear and uncertainty and bullshit. I mean I know I'll do just fine no matter what happens to my job but seriously it's just *sigh*. I started working at this hotel 9 years ago. I began as a security guard just a week after my boss (Mike) started running the joint. We've had some great talks, three in the morning in an empty lobby, or his office. We talked about everything: politics, history, faith, family, sex, and of course business. We shared each others hopes and fears, our dreams and fuckups. I've seen his children grow from kids to adults. I was a there through his divorce, and the birth of his last child. I've spent more of the last decades New Years Eve's with him than anyone. I remember the death of his father. He covered shifts for me while I dealt with my mothers sickness and passing. Mike was not a saint, no doubt. Many would say he was not even a good guy. Hell, at times, I'd probably be one of them. But Mike always encouraged me. He always had a place for me. I could take off and move to Las Vegas, or take a friends band on the road, or just decide to try something else. If I came back, Mike would make a job for me. I've worked here, loved here, created here, ate, slept and sang here, and now the guy who brought me in here is dead.

Edited: Look, people will die. I'm not even upset about this. I just want Spring, and things coming alive so fucking badly right now. Life is good and precious and awesome and you should love it, but if you don't well the bright side is your experience of life will end.