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First, one of my fellow supervisors was diagnosed with cancer. Not only am I worried about her because she is a sweet person and a great team member (unlike some other people who shall remain nameless *cough* Day Team Beotches *cough*) but on the more practical side, Jesse and I will have to cover her shifts until she has gone through her operation and possible treatments. Poor thing.
Second, I came home to find that our neighbor's house had been burgled in broad daylight. The fuckers kicked the door in, took everything they could carry, and no one saw anything! >_<
Worst of all, my cousin who just had a bone marrow transplant is not doing well. The doctors don't think he will make it. He is just three years older than me. I am having flashbacks of all of us playing in my grandparent's backyard; of how we used to go see him in his high school plays. My poor aunt. Of course, the doctors said my brother would never recover after he slipped into a coma and here it is years later and he is doing very well. Doctors don't know everything. So, we will hold onto the hope that got us through Davy-boy's ordeal.
Ah...I feel better just getting this out of my system. *sigh*
San is being a sweetie and taking me out to eat before I go in to work tonight. I want to do something nice for my fellow supervisor but I don't know what. Maybe flowers.
Second, I came home to find that our neighbor's house had been burgled in broad daylight. The fuckers kicked the door in, took everything they could carry, and no one saw anything! >_<
Worst of all, my cousin who just had a bone marrow transplant is not doing well. The doctors don't think he will make it. He is just three years older than me. I am having flashbacks of all of us playing in my grandparent's backyard; of how we used to go see him in his high school plays. My poor aunt. Of course, the doctors said my brother would never recover after he slipped into a coma and here it is years later and he is doing very well. Doctors don't know everything. So, we will hold onto the hope that got us through Davy-boy's ordeal.
Ah...I feel better just getting this out of my system. *sigh*
San is being a sweetie and taking me out to eat before I go in to work tonight. I want to do something nice for my fellow supervisor but I don't know what. Maybe flowers.
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Hrm.
So it's not all bad news. ;-)
Be strong, my dear.
JP
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See, I found a terrific guy (you'll have to meet him sometime ^_~) and I love him so much that I tell him crazy crap like this because even though it makes me feel weird, I have a great urge to tell him everything even though I worry that I *might* hurt his feelings...
Hur. Hur.
*^_^*
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Date: 2003-05-14 07:14 am (UTC)From:Ignore my lone heckler. ^_~
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Date: 2003-05-14 09:10 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)I'm the leader of your heckling fan club. We meet twice a week to make fun of you. I was elected as the spokesman for this year. (If we all tried to post our comments here, we'd crash Livejournal.)
As for telling me "crazy crap" and potentially hurting my feelings---that couldn't be farther from the truth! I like to hear when you get compliments. Heck, it's like somebody admiring my cels; everybody feels good when they know somebody appreciates your nice piece of acetate.
*snicker*
JP
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Date: 2003-05-14 10:05 am (UTC)From:*kick stupid burglers too*