February 2, 2005

• Today at work, I spoke with a customer who said he knew a possible
  realative of mine. This is the 2nd person this week that I have spoken
  to at work that recognized my last name. The first person, I don’t
  think I was related to at all. This guy today, though, he said he knows
  a guy with the same last name by the name of Joe who is in his 30s and
  a high school football coach in Berwyn. I’m not positive, but I think
  it might have been my cousin. See, my dad had 4 brothers. One was name
  Joe. Joe and most of his family have moved to Florida, and I have met
  all of them.  One of the other brothers is  named Ron. Long
  story, which I will get into, I have never met Ron or any of his kids,
  in fact, I don’t even know their names. But, I do know that they lived
  in or around Berwyn. And, it isn’t a stretch to say that Ron named his
  son after Joe.

  Now, here comes the part as to why I have never met him. There are
  several different theories. I say theories, because nobody really knows
  why this jackass cut himself off from the family almost 30 years ago.
  The most likely theory, is that when my brother died in 1977, he
  supposedly was upset that my parents wanted to have a funeral luncheon
  and he felt that it was inappropriate since somebody had just died. I
  don’t know if this is true at all. All I know, is that I have never met
  him, his wife, or any of his kids. At least, I don’t think I have met
  his kids. See, the ball-less dickhead didn’t even bother to show up to
  the funeral when my dad died. He didn’t go when my Uncle Bob (like my
  dad, Uncle Bob was his own brother) died. I was told that when my mom
  died, his kids were there, somebody pointed them out, but they never
  bothered to introduce themselves. I have spent all these years
  wondering about them, and resenting my so-called uncle for being like
  this all these years. I wonder what they look like, and what type of
  people they are. I don’t wonder what type of person my uncle is, I’m
  pretty sure he is a complete prick, after all, I have never heard a
  good thing about him. I’d like to think, he is over all of this and is
  just too ashamed and embarrassed to show his face around any of us.
  But, I think that probably is not true. Maybe in his old age (he has to
  be almost 70 or older) he will realize his mistakes. Although I think
  if he showed remorse, I could eventually grow to forgive him, it would
  be mighty tough, mainly because I have little desire to have a
  relationship with him. I don’t have many conversations with my family
  about him, so I really don’t know much about him, especially since
  nobody else talks to him, its gotten to the point where we don’t even
  remember or consider him a member of the family. I always say my dad
  has only one brother still alive (Uncle Rich), forgetting that
  techinically he has 2 left. And, I have never even had a conversation
  with my Uncle Rich about this loser, and probably will never have that
  conversation. On the surface, my mom’s side of the family is the crazy,
  fucked-up side, and it is true. But, my dad’s side has some rotten
  apples too.

  I took the promtion today. I did the math, and it works out very well
  for me, at least financially. And, my boss told me that there is a good
  chance they will hire more auditors later in the year, and they seem to really like
  me. She even hinted that they would bend the rules if they like the
  person enough and waive the whole 6 month rule.

  Jeremy fucking Bernitz? Are you kidding me? Even though Maggs was hurt,
  I would have preffered him. Or the alternative to both, would have been
  Aubrey Huff. As for Burnitz, although he does have power, last years
  numbers, especially his average, were inflated by being in Colorado.
  The guy is a career .254 hitter and strikes out more then me. On the
  other hand, he is a left handed bat, which the cubs sorely needed. Now,
  if only they could get a closer……….

  • 9:21 pm
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