Mood:
The janitor at my work lost his job today. That makes me sad... a little bit anyway.You see, I cant feel TOO bad for him, because he did bring it on himself. On the other hand, I dont know what is going to happen to him or where he is going to go. How will he eat? Where will he live? Im pretty sure he was living at a motel, so I doubt he has but a few days to find another home.
Wayne was a good guy, really. He busted ass when he came to work and was very nice and always fun to be around. Wayne also had some demons on his back.
He's an alcoholic, for one. He's also addicted to LOTTO, so he has no savings. I'm pretty sure its the booze that got to him. He's just been falling off the wagon lately... not showing up for work and such. Its been going on for a few months now. He'll have one or two good weeks and then no call/no show a few days. After he didnt show up yesterday we all pretty much knew he was a goner, but no one was ready to believe they would fire him. I mean, no one else in the world would be willing to do his job. That man scrubbed EVERYTHING in the store, even things I didnt know were there.
I hope this serves as a wake-up call for him to get his life straightened out. I hope he gets another job soon and doesnt have to be homeless. I hope he's going to be okay. No, scratch that...
... I really hope he's going to be okay.

I've bought a new pair of shorts for work and WHEE! I finally get to wear them. It has been absolutely beautiful lately, and Im excited about being able to get a little comfy and show a little skin. Of course, that skin happens to look like a plucked chicken, as it hasnt seen the sun in YEARS, but its skin either way and Im excited. (Pick on my shade of white...er... translucent... all you want guys! I know you wouldnt tease me if you didnt like it so HA!)
20 years ago I... (1985)
I feel sick today. I was fine when I got up this morning and fine all through work, but when I got up from my nap this afternoon (around 12:30) I felt sick sick sick. 
Today, being the second Tuesday of the month, is VFW night. So, I spent my evening with Charlie having dinner at the VFW. I enjoy spending time with him, as he's kind of like my adopted parent... or maybe an adopted uncle. Its amazing though, how any of those people have lived to be as old as they have. Nearly everyone there chain smokes and smokes the smelliest, strongest, nastiest cigarettes there are. I guess they figure they've survived a war or two, whats a little cancer? But MAN! I stink like cigarette smoke. That stuff irritates my eyes and my throat too, and gives me a bit of a headache.
I hurt John's feelings today. I made a joke at his expense. It was wrong, and I didn't mean anything by it. None the less, it hurt his feelings. I've said "I'm sorry," but it doesn't help. And it shouldn't help. "I'm sorry" is a useless phrase... it dosen't express how we really feel.
