Not one of my favourite date.

On this date, 2 years ago, I lost my father after a very emotional 2 days at his bedside. It’s been weighing heavily on my mind these last few days as I of course miss him.

Today I also have to go to my ophthalmologist for more laser treatment to unplug some canal that is not letting some liquid drain out of both my eyes… She said that 99% of cases like these are “cured” after 2 treatments, this is my second… I won’t lie, it hurt last time, not as she was doing it, that pain is ok, more like 2 hours later when the heavy headache started… So fun

And to add to this miserable day, the City is on strike, which means, I don’t have a job to go to, I’m not being paid during this entire time we are on strike and I just fucking hate it. I don’t know one person I work with that wanted this strike, and although I understand the process and the reason why the union is fighting, I’m so fucking dead tired of coming against people that are uninformed and call the City employees losers for going on strike in these “economic” times. Let’s just say, it’s a bit more complicated than the media is letting you know…

Time to go one post back and listen to the wisdom of Pet Shop Boys one more time.

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