I am starting to hate my new job (hey it's almost been a month). I was hired as an Admin / bookkeeper, but have spent every day in the warehouse packing boxes for shipping. Luckily I have an interview next Friday, so perhaps I won't be there long. Although I do like the people very much at NEW company. I just hate the work.
My pop starts chemo on Monday. I'm freaking out worried about him and where we're headed now. I have a very bad feeling about this, but hopefully things will work out for the best.
We got a new sofa this weekend. It's super comfortable, but it means that we had to toss out the old sofa. I cried. I'm not normally a sentimental fool, but that sofa was a huge part of my life. I sat on that sofa at least once a day for the last 33 years. Really! It was the sofa I grew up with. My mom had it reupholstered at least 3 times, it's probably close to 45 years old. When Mom & Dad moved into their smaller house, Mr. Pants & I took it in. It held so many memories. I remember when I had to be hospitalized as a kid, and when I came home I spent most of my time laying on the couch. I remember laying on it with my mom as she would read to me. I remember kissing my first boyfriend while we were sitting on it watching "Heathers". I remember sitting on it with Mr. Pants watching "Higher Learning" during our first couple of dates. I remember sitting on it with my dolls in Jersey as Mean Brother threatened to use me as payment for the dryer repair man. Ahhh... gross, cat fur ridden, lumpy and uncomfortable brown burlap sofa; you will be missed.
It looks kinda of pathetic sitting on the curb waiting for the trash men to take it away.
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