What next

Well my boss's mom passed away last night. Poor guy ... keep busting out in tears. I gave him a hug and said "I Love you, man" and "If there's anything you need..." you know, lines you hear on tv when someone's loved one dies.
I mean, what else can you say? I started crying too, didn't know how much I love the old grumpy fart until he started bawling.
the cook at work says he is going to go to an AA meeting tomorrow. I sure hope so. I am SICK and TIRED of people who party their asses off then come to work hungover/drunk, unable to carry their weight and expecting someone or no one else to pick up the slack.
It's just plain... lazy and shortsighted.
I'm sick and tired of these MEN, twice or three times my size and half my age, unable to finish out the day without whining and sweating and crying.
I keep saying "Aye! Let a forty six year old dyke work you under the table, you fucking pussy!"
And at least I'm entertained by that.
I got a letter from my mom, and I know it will be her turn here soon. I can't stand to think of her, old lady, living alone, with a dog and a dying old cat.
Wrinkled lonely old lady. UGH!
I'm not used to anyone staying in my life this long! hahaha! they get OLD! WHO KNEW???????
I think I have age-phobia.
LOL I can barely stand to look in the mirror anymore.... turkey neck! Where the fuck did that come from!
fuck! put on the leather jacket and hope no one notices the turkey wattle!
shit.