guess who's an acting Director? Got a call this am, the boss had blood in his stool, he's in hospital. Guess who's h.n.o.c. now? Hopefully Albany sees this as bidness as usual on the unit (with me there, he's chillaxes), and when he retires the gig'll be mine.
THAT was the "good news," not that his being ill is good, THAT sucks, but the possibilities it opens are good. What hurts is the loss of your heroes. Remember when you first realized your parents weren't perfect? Same thing. When he started breaking my balls needlessly on evals, the writing was on the wall, now that there's no one on site to look up to/lean on: Steve dies years ago, boss is being weird/is in hospital, Albany calls the sickest fucker on the unit to take care of bidness. Nice to be wanted, but it would also be nice to have a peep to lean on. So it goes...
And yes, came back to Toxichouse to have Shebitch ranting-lost It's keys-AGAIN. Fucking brain dead. And yes, of course I was blamed. (I THINK I'm getting blamed for those hungry Ethiopians as well, more when the UN rules on that one).
St.Francis this am, was GREAT to be back home. Yes, even the birds sang.
***Vermont pix @ the bottom!
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