It's ok to not be ok

I've not been here recently.

That's ok. But I appreciate my friends from here checking up on me.

So here is what's been going on.

My dad is 84 years old and he thinks he is invincible.

The real world is doing its best to prove him wrong.

I still have to go to work, and it was really difficult this week finding dead animals in the baggage carts.

It's not fun when you have to call and email corporate about what was really fucked up. And in the process throw a few people you used to work with under the bus.

The only problem is... They chose to stand in front of that bus.

So I'm upset about the entire situation. But I'm NOT upset about reporting the truth.

And I have "the receipts" as everyone likes to say now. But, instead of a piece of paper, I have the photos. I have the email chain. I have photos. I have REAL EVIDENCE.

Too bad, so sad.

YOU FUCKED UP.

I can't fix your fuck ups.