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I guess with depression what goes up must come down...
The food was bad. The chicken was hard. The corn wasn't creamed. The macaroni salad - well we just didn't like it. The pie wasn't good - it was too hard. We don't like chocolate chips in our pie - maybe just pudding - vanilla. ..."not that I'm saying anything about your food..."

A friend from home called. I left my second job as cook to see if he was off the phone and overheard him say - well, the living conditions here aren't good. All I have is a closet. Let's see -I gave up my master bedroom and walk in closet for a bedroom where I can barely walk around the bed and a closet where only about a third of our clothes fit - - so he can have bad living conditions. Then he came in to tell me he's tried hard to put up with the dogs. My 9 month old puppy is just that - a puppy. We love her but she is a challenge. If he didn't throw his underwear on the floor, she wouldn't pick them up and run.

I'm not sure what I expect here but just a bit of gratitude would be nice. It sure would have been nice to hear him say something nice but I guess nice does not equal old.