The self proclaimed boss and designer had the bad habit of help me with the images by sending them to my mail either oversized or with really low resolution or when those where for multi inks in gray back and all colors mixed without a way to fix them in 5 minutes (his demanded time to do every single positive for print them) Despice we three supposed to be equal partners, this jerk decided that I was always wrong despice being the one doing the heaviest part as also was printing when we got requests, so I was doing nothing at all ( his words) because when the time he was restocking t-shirts, I had to take them to him so he could get them to delivery, despice the fact that I called him for almost 2 hours so I could know where we should meet with the 50 printed shirts of that request ( left them at the workshop since I had other duties to do and wont be waiting anymore).
I’m not a nurse, but the nurse from the hospice who took care of my dad called me. My dad was in his final stage of pancreatic and liver cancer. Dad was always a quiet and respectful gentleman. But he was a bit feisty at the hospice. Our friend Steve came to visit and Dad took off his oxygen mask to hear him better. Dad’s nurse came in to check him and saw him with his oxygen mask off. “Mr. Benny, you’re terrible in bed,” she scolded.
He threw back his blanket and said ““hop on in and let’s see.” Our friend Steve was hysterical laughing. The nurse called me, since my dad never said it did this before. I went down there and asked ““Dad, what happened today with the nurse? I know you better than that.” Dad looked at me and said ““Baby, I’m 84 years old. I’ve been a good man all my life. Can’t I just be a little bad? How many men been bad their whole life?” I went back to the nurses station and asked if we could indulge my dad just a bit as long as it wasn’t really rude-Dad was just having a bit of fun. The ladies were wonderful. Dad joked with them and they joked right back.
Literally right up to his last day, when Dad has a stroke and peacefully passed away. So many ladies came by to touch Dad, hug and kiss me. We all cried-so many said he was like their dad, uncle, grandfather. It was dad’s way of dealing with his end-and bless him, he went exactly as he wanted. I thanked everyone at hospice with flowers, treats, and letters to the hospital and state, praising them all. And I know Dad is up there, leaving them laughing in the aisles.
Our son moved out less than a year after I left. He lives maybe 10 minutes away from his dad’s house but only goes over there to work on his truck. He hasn’t even gone in the house in a few years but he said the garage is filled top to bottom with her and her kids stuff infested with roaches.
I’m a very clean person. Our house was always nice. Decorated with really nice things. Most of the stuff I left behind. The only thing I cared about was a relationship with my son which I have a great one. Apparently she still uses my stuff that I left behind like some large area rugs and curtains also my cookware.
My boss was very threatened by me. She was the manager of the Emergency Medical Services office for the county. I was the quality manager and medical instructor. I would review the emergency reports written by the paramedics and when appropriate provide praise or constructive criticism. One to three days a week I would travel to fire departments and ambulance services and provide continuing education. The paramedics/firefighters loved when I came to the station. I was a very encouraging instructor and provided practical lessons that they could actually use in their emergency work.
Next month we had a small 3 days event, first one I was in stock duty, second one I at the event either attending possible clients and giving promo cards, last day I had a light food poisoning so stayed at home. 3 days later the “boss” sent me a message via whats about a taxi driver I gave a bussiness card and since I was the one giving him the card I was supposed to be the one dealing with him or I wont get even a penny, that was the last straw, I just told him and also the other one who said nothing at all about the jerk treating me as a slave to go feck themselves and that next day I’ll go to the workshop to pick up my stuff so they have 2 options be there to check I only took whatever was mine without complains or stay away from there till I finished with it.