February 16, 2005
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Looks like my big 3 day weekend is not going to happen. I’m going to be
offered triple pay to work Monday, and I’ll be damned, I’m going to
take it. I need the money. Shit, if they will pay us triple pay to work
on President’s day, I wonder what they will pay us to work on
Christmas?I’m going to miss all of our normal President’s Day tradtions. Every
year, President’s Day night, we read “‘Twas the Night Before Nixon’s
Resignation……” Of course, there is also the traditonal meal of Big
Macs, fried chicken and ice cream, followed by adultry with our
neigbors wife. We call it, the “Clinton Special.” And what family
doesn’t have a person choke themselves unconscious on a pretzel? Each
year, we all give each other gifts that Clinton stole from the White
House. And I sell my mom’s secret recipes to our enimies and pretend
not to remember anything about it. One of my favorite things, though,
is the President’s Day Tree. Its a tree filled with all the stupid
things Bush has said over the past 5 years. And what President’s day
would be complete, without us liberating our fellow towns people by
blowing up their houses and saying we did it because this is what they
wanted. Oh, what memories!Well, the NHL season has officially been canceled. Although I don’t
like hockey and can give a rats ass, I do feel bad for the big hockey
fans (yeah, I know………who knew hockey had big fans) such as Mark
and Keith. I know how bitterly disappointed they must be. And then
there is Canada. What are Candians going to do without hockey? They
will have to sit there and get drunk……….oh, wait, they were going
to do that anyway.On a legitamate sad note, this girl at work, her 3 year old daughter is
sick. She might need a kidney transplant. See, she had cancer before,
and she is having problems again. Her mother knew that at some point
she would have a kidney transplant, but did not think it would happen
for another 10 years. This is so sad. Anything that affects kids, just
tears my heart out. I tried my best to cheer up my co-worker by saying
goofy things (relax, it wasn’t about the kid) just to try to get a
smile out of her, but I know she was just putting on a happy face. I
can see how sad and down she looks, and I can’t blame her one bit. I
don’t know how people can handle something like that. Shit, it was hard
enough when my mom died, but having a life threatening situation like
this with your kid has got to be the worst thing anybody can go
through. I just hope for the best for her.
