These buidings are getting so old…This manager is getting so old…
I’m getting an awful feeling that the other shoe is about to drop. Things are really starting to hit the wall. I almost wish I could go back to working for my horrible boss at my last job. At least I knew what I was dealing with. I knew at least I had a job. Nobody could work with this person, believe me.
He was one of those people that had a knack for getting under your skin, but he lived very, very far away…Nevada!
He owned an airplane and Cathy and I would just pray he’d crash that damn thing. One day he did and I thanked Jesus! The only problem is that he didn’t die. He forgot to put his landing gear down and crashed. He ended up getting Alzheimer’s disease like his hero “Ronald Reagan”. I hope He’s happy drooling on himself and walking into walls. I’m not like this usually, but he was an evil man and really deserves every bad thing that can possibly happen to him. Maybe I’ll go to Hell for it, but I don’t care I hated the scumbag!
That was a good job though. I loved the area we lived in. I’d give anything to go back there.
I was starting to get myself in a lot of trouble then. I was starting to exhibit a lot of my bi-polar symtons, the sweeping depression and the manic episodes. I got into the “Underworld”, the darkness that I found late at night when I drove my cab. I think the stress I was enduring from this horrible Satan of a boss was really pushing me off the deep end.
I miss some of the old tenants that lived in the building too. There were a lot less of them anyway which made it a lot easier to deal with at least in that department.
I learned a lot from that job though. Especially plumbing.
I’ll tell you some of those horror stories soon…
