My first job out of high school was at a retirement home, working as a 'waitress.' I had a blast! I met a lot of amazing people as well as gaining a wealth of information. The hardest thing about the job I had, was when the residents would pass on.
Now Jillian is looking for a job, and wanted to work at the same place I worked at. She went in there and spoke of me, and they said they would do their best to get her a job. In talking to my dad today, he says that the company called her to work there. In talking about it, my dad agreed that it was a great job for her. However, the hardest part is... again, the residents.
My dad used the word "dying" or "die" over and over, and I can not stand that word. It just seems so... rude?
My dad and Alex, at the same time say: "Pass sounds like you're passing gas!"
Then my dad says, in a very studious voice: "Excuse me while I pass."
lol.
Oh man I miss my daddy.

There's my "silly" for the week. I miss you daddy! Love you too, I guess! ;)
I'll write more tomorrow! I'm whooped.

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