I feel like 50% of the jobs on LinkedIn are fake.
Take this with a grain of salt cuz I only learned this recently and haven't looked into it, but apparently that's literally true. Some companies will continually post and repost listings for jobs that don't actually exist. I'm still hazy on why exactly. I was told it was so that they would appear to be growing at all times, but again, take it with a grain of salt.
Wrights thick cut applewood smoked is pretty good if you've never had that
I think I might do that. Might even be the start of the journal I keep telling myself I'm going to write. I wish you well with your own father, I understand only too well what you're going through.
Ah, don't feel bad about that, what advice can someone even give to a person in this situation? I've been through this twice now, and I still feel like I wouldn't know the right thing to say to somebody experiencing loss. At any rate, you hit the nail on the head. I've spent a lot of time reevaluating who my parents were, what my life with them was like. Not having them here to talk to makes that difficult, yet at the same time their absence affords me a certain clarity that I find difficult to explain.
Handy that, seeing as I'm apparently too good at it lol
I'm a little embarassed about it honestly, I really was quite drunk when I wrote that. But, in vino veritas and all that. I did love the old prick, despite everything.
I can't remember if I've brought it up before now, but guys, my father died earlier this year, and I'm still having a hard time dealing with it. I feel like such shit about the way that I cared for him in the end. He didn't have anybody else but me, and I feel like I was so inadequate. He was a mean old son of a bitch who did a tour during Vietnam and impregnated an 18 year old girl at age 59. He wasn't a good man, and as much as old habits want me to say that I'm being dramatic when I tell you this, I don't think it's unfair to say that he emotionally and psychologically abused me for years. But he held me and loved me and drove me to school, took me to museums and helped me learn to read and to drive and to conduct myself in life. His retirement pay certainly helped me out of a few jams as well, I'm not too proud to admit that. He was my rock in a lot of ways, as much as he was a burden on me emotionally. Damn me, but I don't blame him for any of it, and I just start weeping any time I dedicate more than a moment's thought to the situation. I already lost my mom when I was 16, and now I've lost him too, and I'm not even out of my twenties. The whole thing just makes me deeply sad.
You all aren't my therapists, and I don't expect sympathy, or even a response, I'm just drunk and emotional and needed to get that off my chest, and I thank you profusely for allowing me to do that.
At age 100. One zero zero. Nothing to celebrate here. The good die young and the pricks last forever, and this prick didn't even live long enough to see everything he built in ashes at his feet.
So dude totally tried and failed to get the thing to say the n-word, right? I refuse to parse that sentence any other way.
Ahh damn, that's right, I forgot
Oh shit, is Matt back or were his bits just pre-recorded?
I hate me too