They say bad things come in 3s?
I could spit blood, feathers, venom (take your pick) I'm so mad at the f**k wittage that has taken place at work. Decisions have been made with little or no regard to the impact on the lives of individuals, real people...then just as I'm reeling from that c**p I get home this evening to find that my cat of 17 years, Sweep, finally gave up the fight... I'm trying to fight back the tears (and failing miserably) because right now I feel like if I start I won't ever stop.
I've got old school parents who believe in 'holding it together, keeping it in' but surely you need to release it somehow or else you'll just explode? I can't even seek solace in my work as every day just seems meaningless, as it would when you've effectively been told that all your hard work over the years is worth c**p all...so instead I'll take a shot of whiskey, nearest bottle to hand, and raise a glass to my colleagues (stay strong) and last but not least to Sweep. You had the last laught didn't you little one, made your escape before that dreaded trip to the vet! You always hated going. RIP 1992-2009, love u x
I've got old school parents who believe in 'holding it together, keeping it in' but surely you need to release it somehow or else you'll just explode? I can't even seek solace in my work as every day just seems meaningless, as it would when you've effectively been told that all your hard work over the years is worth c**p all...so instead I'll take a shot of whiskey, nearest bottle to hand, and raise a glass to my colleagues (stay strong) and last but not least to Sweep. You had the last laught didn't you little one, made your escape before that dreaded trip to the vet! You always hated going. RIP 1992-2009, love u x