Well, I lost the job. But that's okay because it turned out to be a..., errr, a fucking colossal fist fuck up my arse that caused me a stroke, fucked up my brain and just sucked every last living bit of spirit out of me. But...after a few days free from that shit, I will be great. I'm going out to my sister's ranch to rest and recover and then we're going to meet a healer who will hopefully help me through all of the tumult in my life as of late.
I know I'm not an incredibly passive person, and what I know I do indeed know. When I'm around some old stupid people who are unable to change their antiquated and ineffective ways they always panic and think that they will become unneeded. Well, that's life so just move over you ineffective and more than inadequate fuck. God bless him because Lord know he really needs it as he has a staff of employees who are underpaid, mistreated and quite upset that the person who organized things and improved on daily procedure (moi) is gone. I wish them well and hope they will all move on to better situations as they certainly deserve to be.
Cheers!
Harry
