Hey Sis,
I got a wedding invite to your daughter’s wedding. I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to go though. That’s what sucks about it. I’m so happy that she’s found happiness. Even though the bank we’ve been doing business with, since my husband an I have been together, have sent us certified mail that we have 1 month to pull the money from our accounts and find another bank. Now I don’t know if that’s because your daughter got a job at the bank we just happened to visit on the regular, and they found out we were family. Or whether it’s because we’ve had issues with our joint account being hacked and them having to replace numerous refunds to us and it’s costing them money instead of them making money off of us. I’m leaning more towards their knew found knowledge about she and I being family. Fuck em! That’s all I can say because I been wanting to find another bank anyways. A better bank. An I did exactly that.
I let myself get so pissed off at one of the shift leaders I was working with the 13th of this wonderful month of May. That I went outside to calm down when I decided to punch the concrete wall of the building. I knew I fucked up as soon as I did it. I just didn’t realize how bad it was. I broke my fucking hand with one punch. Could you even imagine what I would have done to her face had I hit her instead? I’d of broke her fuckin face. And as much as I really wanted to do just that, the thought of being incarcerated all over again wasn’t so fucking appealing to me this time around. So I guess I did learn a lesson. Who’d of thought your lil sis could learn a lesson so quick, that took years to teach?
But I did.
Who fuckin does that though, Sis? Comes knocking at the bathroom door talking to you bout going before clocking in. Your asking to get told the fuck off. Seeing that my gm knew ahead of time, telling her not to come to the door, to wait for me to come out. Bitch didn’t listen. Ooh, I just had a naughty streak run through me carrying on its wings the floating, drifting idea of going for a shift leader position. But that would be out of spite only. I can’t do that knowing I’m not ready to be committed to management just yet.
So immature, Tina! ((See. That ‘mean’ shit, I’d very much like to think is what you’d be telling me to do if you were still here. Just saying cause that’s how you was)). I miss you Jenny. . .
I went to the Orthopedic Institute for my follow up appointment yesterday. The new x-ray they took looked worse than the first one when compared side by side. I couldn’t believe it when I first looked at each of them. Comparing them side by side it looked like the new one should have been the old x-ray. Not vice-versus. Oh well, it seems I’ll be wearing this 2nd velcro device they sent me home with. And yes, it’s awkward as fuck when wearing it because I have no use of the last 2 fingers on my right hand. They made sure to not let me have use of those specific fingers. I’m just glad it’s removable so I can shower and not have to worry about getting the cast wet, and it starting to smell sour. Ewe!
So thankful!
I’m gonna close for now. I love you so much Jen! I miss you something fierce. I really hope you know. I couldn’t live the rest of my life without being allowed to talk about you. It just isn’t foreseeable to me ‘AT ALL’. I carry you with me everyday and talk about you and to you as if you was still here.
Shit ain’t change-up!!
Love you bunches.
Continuing On. . .
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