I've wanted to post but haven't knowing its not going to be popular. My twin step kids graduated high school on the 6th, of course Sammie would have been, should have been graduating then too. As much as I love my step kids that night was a dick punch.
Work, from a business perspective, has been through the roof good. We broke every company record during the month of May we've had in 33 years at the golf course. Just under 10k rounds, and just under a half million in revenue. June was off to the same start. Never in that time has any of us who work there, worn a mask, or gloves, we handle cash daily and none of us have been sick, 0 missed days since the Rona.
No sports nothing worthwhile on tv, now this cunt judge orders masks. My anxiety makes it a difficult task at best, news is all Corona, protest, rinse and repeat.
If I ever hear new normal or unprecedented times, it makes me want to flat throw things. If this is indeed what life will be going forward I'm not real sure I even want to do it anymore. Wife loves me, twins surprised me with a brand new gas grill for father's day but theyre on some keto diet and nothing they eat even sounds good. I'm flat out down.
Feel like I've fought thru hell for 4 years since Sammie's suicide, and what do i get going forward, a fucking mask and everything is doom and gloom.