I am working on getting rid of stuff that belonged to the queen mum today. It always makes me emotional and today angry. I believe what happened at the nursing home has traumatized me, and I still wear my grief like a second skin. Today I am looking through the stuff that was in her desk. Everything we could never find so we bought another was in that drawer. Now I have 4 staplers, 3 measuring tapes, 6 pairs of scissors and more pens that I want to count, and push pins and rubber bands and on and on it goes. I have had a couple of people give me suggestions on getting a job. Like I don’t know to look in the newspaper, I hate it when someones suggests the obvious to me. In my heart I know these suggestions come from a place of love and yet it makes me mad because neither one of them has worked a low paying job in forty years. They have no idea what it is like being an itinerant worker these days. I was so surprised how cruel women can be in the workplace. I still have no idea why they didn’t like me and decided to make my working life miserable, no sisterhood working there. And don’t get me started about ageism in the workplace. I see another box to go through, it looks like kitchen stuff, oh good just want I need another potato peeler.
The Buzzy Donahue Show 