Articles from Harrangue Man

Well I had my fitness assessment—no, he's not going back there again—but this was followed with a doctor's visit which said I was unfit for another few weeks. And, even when I return, it could take weeks for a position to be found that is suitable. Except, of course, I need not go down that path. I am now capable of actively seeking work off the sheer dint of legacy of my decade plus service to the public. I know; I have quite the opinion of myself.

I'm preparing to get back on my feet from my being knocked down by oldwork. It's been just over two months since I literally went insane and my recovery has been a good one.

Our lovely super friends—I'll call them the Os—came to visit, with S--- of the super friends being just a year less in age than theBoy. She and he played together, though there were deliciously entertaining tense moments which naturally occur when two ego monsters circle each other. We sat outside in the light cool of an autumnal afternoon and talked about work and about life.

Well I had my day procedure. I was dropped off by theWife, processed efficiently by hospital staff, got to wear a snazzy dressing gown, and by 4:30 pm I was out the door and awaiting pick up by theWife downstairs in the foyer of the hospital. Hands down it was the best surgical experience I've had to date. I wasn't scared, even when the admin girls down the bottom asked about organ donation deets.