Being as poor as I am I recently had the week-long pleasure of filling in for our dayshift blood messenger. The excitement of running all over the damn hospital is quite fulfilling. I just made that part up. Anyways, there is a story here.
Monday morning I show up early enough to smoke before clocking in. I hit the same smoking area I always hit before my shifts and everything was normal. Fellow employees sneaking out for a quick one and trashy patients and visitors bumming bronsons and gpc's off each other. After about 5 minutes of smoking and drinking coffee a bird wing falls about a foot or so in front of me. Nothing else. Just a bird wing and its bloody nub.
This has to mean something. And I know it isn't good. I don't know if it means 7 years of bad luck (tacked on to the lifetime i'm already serving) or that I'm going to get the cancer soon or what. Of all the people in this damn city- why me?! I haven't raped any children or pissed on pews at a church. What have I done that is so bad that forces have decided to curse me?
Pondering this has led me to my current situation. It sucks ass. I'm working part time and attending fucking community college (which I think barely counts) and living at home because I don't make enough to move out. This is shitty. At least clemy and eunice are in the same boat as well. I don't have to suffer alone. I mention this because I really don't see how my life could get much worse. Maybe my late 20's are my midlife crisis. Perhaps my 30's are where it's at. Who knows? All I know is that I'm the last one who needs an omen hanging over their head.
