It’s been a while since I’ve posted, so I figured I was due. The new job is going okay. I had a week long training class, and then this week was my first week on the job. Today was the first day I was essentially left to operate on my own, and I think it went pretty well. Banking is hard. There’s a helluva lot of crap to remember, and everything you do has like 15 steps to it. Also, I have to stand all day, and I’m not allowed to wear sneakers. I hate dress shoes. My back and feet are always so sore by the end of the day... But anyway, it pays a lot better, and I’ll have vacation time and medical insurance and whatever, so I can’t really complain.
In more serious news, Dad called from Kentucky a few minutes ago. A couple weeks ago he went to the hospital because he was coughing up blood. They found a mass in his lung and did a biopsy, which was inconclusive. He had another biopsy on Tuesday, and he called me today to fill me in on the results. Turns out he has lung cancer. That’s all he knows so far, but he has an appointment with an oncologist to find out how long he has and/or if there is any possible treatment. However, from my limited knowledge of lung cancer, I don’t expect good news.
I hate cigarettes. There aren’t many things in this world that truly piss me off, and even fewer that I can say I honestly say that I hate, but I seriously and completely loath cigarettes and cigarette companies. Who in the hell would want to make their living by coning people into committing slow and painful suicide? American cigarette companies have even genetically engineered their tobacco plants to contain higher levels of nicotine. I guess either they couldn’t get enough new addicts fast enough to keep up with their greed, or their old loyal customers are dying too quickly for them to keep up their profits. I can’t even begin to count the number of times I asked my dad to stop smoking. He finally did like last week, but it’s too bloody late now. If anyone ever has the sheer moronic brass to tell you that cigarettes don’t cause lung cancer, do me a favor and b***h-slap the piss out of them because they are [********] LYING!! I’ve only known two people in my life who’ve had lung cancer, and guess what! They were both chronic smokers. Coincidence? Yeah. Just like it’s a coincidence that you’ll lose the use of your eye if you jab a pencil in it.
To anyone who reads this, if you’re religious at all, I’d really appreciate it if you’d include my father in your prayers. I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing that can be done to help him now.
Marzarelo · Fri Mar 07, 2008 @ 04:07am · 0 Comments |