3 more days until part 2.

I like 2020.  Lots about it sucked, but overall, it's been good.  My commute is like 8 feet.

Pre-Covid........in 2020.....  My employer filed for bankruptcy so I lost my job. 

They paid out the vacation I had been saving up so I could take a fucking paid vacation...... so I went to Florida last minute.  First ever vacation by myself.... just starting to feel it.... driven south from Orlando where I landed, through the orange groves..... minor hiccups trying to find hotel vacancies but dealt with.... 2 miles from the bridge to Sanibel Island when...... son back here crashed and totaled the car he needed to drive to college -the car still upfucked from his previous crash and booked in for repair during his spring break.... had to spend most of the day on Sanibel finding a bank to print and then notarize the document I needed to email back here to get the car released from the pound to avoid accruing storage fees.... yada yada yada

so, back from vacay.  3 days.  dealt with son's various tickets and court appearances etc...... (still February here....)  driving him to him to college 45 mins away and back........  going home to start the job hunt.... job with health ins because 3 dependent students.......

and then covid.  And hiring freezes.  And student children who needed not to be in the house in the house and student children who don't student well online studenting online.....

Not the worst year I've ever had, but certainly not up there with the best ...and possibly the one where the most jokers were played

Life does offer a reasonable alternative to non-existence. I think my disappointment with 2020 is in my expectations for others. I need to work on that. We are just monkeys trying to get on with it.

If there were not bad times, then there would be no good times.

Everythnig in the world is always about perspective.

 

Last edited by tw (12/30/2020 3:50 pm)

Rub some dirt on it. You'll be fine.

lumberjim wrote:

Rub some dirt on it. You'll be fine.

That's what dad says but mom would freak in she saw that because she's a nurse and that's not sound medical advice for wounds. As a matter of fact rubbing dirt in it and ignoring it would equate to procrastination hoping the problem will solve itself.  Granted sometimes it seems to, but sometimes the problem grows by orders of magnitude virtually overnight which becomes an oh shit moment.
However you newlyweds are so busy making googoo eyes at each other and snuggling against the chill, you wouldn't notice an A-bomb going off down the street...

lucky bastards.