So… I am doing a performance evaluation right now with an older gentleman named Bob. Bob looks like he’s about 80. He is so sweet, has an amazing voice, and is so friendly. But the mind is not what it used to be. And I know right now that Bob won’t be continuing employment with us. I feel like crying. Not because he’s going to be fired, but because something compelled him to apply to this place. And somehow, he got hired. And now… he’s going to have to deal with fact that he failed at this endeavor. All I can hope for is that his naggy wife told him to keep busy and get a job and he’ll be able to go home and say he tried and then he’ll be able sit back on his porch and drink lemonade and watch the sunsets. Bob, you deserve that. Please let that be the case.
I watched The Young Victoria last night. This movie has phenomenal costumes. And just good publicity shots.
I lost all of my saved voicemails. I am very very sad right now. No more peebles. No more a lot of things that cheered me up when I feel like I do now.