Mommy Dearest

 

I just got word that mommy dearest has cancer of the sort that kills you within weeks at most. It won’t make a lot of difference to her; she’s so far gone with dementia that we can’t even explain to her that she has cancer.

I’m playing hooky from work at the moment, because I need a moment to process.  I’d bail for the rest of the day if I could, but we are short-handed and while my contributions aren’t all that signficant, it would be unfair to my co-workers not to put in the hours.  I respect and like my co-workers, and it would be stupid to throw away this job*, so I need to be present and helpful when the heat is on, and today the heat is on.  No, it couldn’t be a slow day when we have people out sick and other personnel issues, no, the developers had to pick today to break their client’s shit, the script kiddies had to pick today to throw botnets at customers, random shit had to break today for no apparent reason... and it's only Tuesday.

And I'm out of weed. ;D

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*since this gig is the first startup in a long list of startups which is actually going to make
me some money, when it goes public, it wouldn’t do to get fired for non-performance.
Granted, the $$ won’t be enough to retire on (not unless I receive a bunch more stock
between now and then) but even if the company performs only “adequately” after going
public, I should make enough to make a nice big investment in something... like a rental
property or other income-generating asset.  Gods know I’ve buried enough startups in my
career, I feel the universe “owes” me a success for a change.