Tick......Tick......Tick......Tick......Tick......Tick......

Just dropped my offer off to my great grandboss.....minute will now stretch into hours. My continued career (15 years) here depends on the answer. I put read receipt on it, so I will know when he reads it.

Minutes suck. There goes another...

Grandma is in the hospital again, this time it was serious enough to bring her to Abott here in the city. The family has designated me lead to meet with the doctors and get the information and options. So off to the hospital in a few hours. Don't worry, she is an old polish bird. Taken quite a bit to kill them.

I need a smoke.

Eeeeepp!

The read reciepts just came back from all my bosses......

Eereepppp! Here we go....

New Bio

My new bio in my profile page....

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
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And God did a whole bunch of shit.
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And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
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And God did a whole bunch more shit.
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Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed. And God saw that it was mojocatt and he dropped his beer and spit his corndog out, getting ketchup all over his robes and new copy of Hustler magazine (issue 001, Lillith). And God regreted this as mojocatt did drink his beer and urinate upon the waters and molest the fowl. And God did say unto mojocatt that he shall not molest the fowl for the brand new, fresh out of the box.

Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Well, thats it. The word is no. The old position is considered eliminated, the next rung on the ladder has been yanked out. They want a engineer with a college degree. So I have reached a dead end in a company that rants there are no limits.

Well, thats that then, time to start looking for new employment. Their loss.

Qaulity of Life

Well, boffy and I went down to the hospital to see grandma. The place scares the holy bejesus out of me these days. So many rough times at this hostipal. Anyways, grandma has a heart vavle that has stopped functioning, and is in the closed position. This is reducing blood flow and causing a cascade effect on the other organs.

So I arrived to gather information on the situation and talk with the hospital staff. The hospital staff is pushing surgery hard, open heart surgery. My mother wants her to have the surgery as well. She will die somewhere between tonight and a month without the proceedure. The problem is, she does not want the surgery and I argeed with her. She is 88 years old and already quite frail, but sharp of mind. She justs wants to cash in her chips and call it a life. Open heart surgery will only bring pain and misery, with little chance of mantaining what one may call quality of life. The other factor is she could pass away on the operating table.

She just wants to be unopened, go home, get the hell out of the hospital, relax and pass away. Are you supoosed to argue the matter with a 88 year old woman? Everyone else seems to think so. When asked my opinion of the matter I simply said "she's the boss". Yup, she's the boss. She wants to go home? Then she is going home. She say she does not want surgery? Then there will be none. She says she wants you to stand on your head and sing the theme to Shaft? Well, get inverted and start singing. No back talk just do it, she is the one passing away.

I wish there was a clear cut solution, but alas there is not. So, we should respect and support her choice. The choice to die is one of the most important choices we will ever need to make.