Two Years

 Two years ago I walked out the doors on the 17th floor and never looked back. I was filled with so much anger at how I had been treated. I have gone over and over in my head how I could have better handled the situation I was in and I could have handled it better - but I'm really not sure it would have changed anything. My boss was a dick. I could have sought legal counsel but I don't know if the stress and expense would have been worth it. Maybe but I don't have time for shoulda coulda. It is what it is.

I do miss the coworkers that were my friends. I do not miss the two bitches that fabricated the bullshit that my boss chose to believe. That's another story kids!

 

So much has happened in two years. I was thinking of where the world is at now and all the things that have happened. I'm probably better off being retired than if I had followed my original plan and delayed retirement as long as I could have (maybe 70?). Today I wanted to call my sister Carla and have a nice long chat with her. How crazy life has turned out and what the fuck? But all I ended up was crying. I miss her so much. What will life be like this time next year?

Life Goes On

Amid all the current events, our two kittens continue to thrive and I'm so in love with them! Despite BillyBob's health challenges (URI and possible asthma), he seems to be doing well. Oscar? He's my little pumpkin loaf.

This photo is actually from the 1918 Spanish Flu epidemic. But it is a sight that is common today with the COVID 19 pandemic. Knock on wood, we are healthy but then we are retired, so the stay-at-home edict isn't all that much different from our day to day routine.

Meanwhile . . . Regina was laid off from Precision Castparts. Maybe a good time to retire? She has the opportunity to adopt a year-old Labradoodle named Sunni. However Rhetta is less than enthused about her new little sister. Oh well, life goes on . . .