I feel the need to vent.
I work in a crap.hole. My daughter refuses to ride in the little truck I drive to work and she calls it the stink mobile. Daily I am subjected to dioxin, acid, caustic, a host of liquors, high pressure steam, turpentine, N.C.G's and T.R.S. gasses and a host of other toxins. I found out yesterday a co-worker was diagnosed with Pca. He is retiring. Lucky S.O.B. Gleason 6, 4 cores positive, 20% . The dude is retiring. I am stage frickin 4. Gleason 7 with multiple Mets and I am stuck here. It just sucks. Oh well. I wonder if I have any rich distant relatives who have me in their will. Todd
Post Edited (Todd1963) : 2/28/2013 10:34:24 PM (GMT-7)