I like the idea of cremation, but I don't know where the ashes would go. Tossed off the Mackinaw Bridge, maybe?
In other news, a coworker who started about a month ago quit suddenly last week. Ok, mid-trial period, not every job suits every person. Fine. Well, I found out today that she'd sent an email to her manager explaining, in extreme detail, how awful all of us—my entire department—are. I was like, "We ate lunch together once? It seemed fine?" Anyhow, way to go from "best of luck with your future endeavors" to "bite my entire ass, bitca" in five seconds flat.
Like what? Of the "only for left handed chemistry majors from New Jersey" kind of thing, or "only to be used for paying for sharpies for the staff" or?
Yes. I mean, not quite that bad, but yes. A lot of financial aid for only people from certain places or whatever.
The sellers did not get back to my realtor today about the requested repairs. They have 5 days, BUT COME ON, PEOPLE! I am not so much with the patience!
I'm so sorry, Katie Bee. I was in my 60s when I lost my mom. It doesn't matter how old we are, we are never ready. May your happy memories bring comfort.
I'm sorry, KB. My condolences.
Katie, I'm so sorry. Strength and comfort for those who loved him.
Thanks, you guys. Your kind words are a great comfort. At least I know Dad had a long, full life in which he got to do pretty much everything he really wanted to.
I don't know what my sister will do without the Bank of Dad, which generously financed her on many occasions. The Bank of Katie will not make so many distributions. It is a much smaller institution that has never petitioned for emergency support since I called home for plane fare back from England in 1985 because my credit was maxed out. How proud I was when I came to his house with a check within a week of returning to California. I thought I was all that and hip with the adulting.
