There was a siren a few minutes ago; it was on Newport Highway, I believe. Those things never bring good news.
Speaking of good news, I've made a conscious effort to try to look at the bright side of things, but it doesn't take away the sting of what has happened over the last 10 years or so.
As the weather has turned so cold and snowy lately, it comes to mind that there are many people who would give an arm and leg to live where I do: a nice warm house, sheltered from the elements. Here it's possible to sit with my shoes off and enjoy a large screen TV or surf the net, or prepare a meal.
But it doesn't help much.
The reality is that The Roo's job is turning to shit. Lately, her supervisor has been on the rag towards The Roo. Supervisor looks to be trying to set her up in order to demote or discharge her, even though The Roo has been awarded "Employee of The Month" again, her second time.
Tammy is pretty disheartened over all this, and I can understand why; her problems at work, and the unfair treatment she receives is weighting heavily on me, too. Coupled with my rage, anger, disappointment, unhappiness and general pissedoffedness of the last decade is making my life miserable too. Even to the point that I can't function during a normal day anymore.
The main thing is that we could have retired as millionaires, literally, had we done things my way.
Now, I'm stuck here again with NOTHING to show for 7 years of working in the desert but an upside down house in Las Vegas that I can't sell.
I repeat: I'll die from all this because it was totally avoidable.
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