Got Fired from the Morgue

Something about violations of privacy for posting pics of dead people on a blog or some such....anyway, I was able to get my boss back.

See, after I got fired I went straight to my boss's favorite restaurant, the Crazy Chicken and got a job as a bus boy.  My boss ordered his food (and it's always the same thing.  Let's just say that his bacon burger had "extra sauce" on it.

Had to Get a Job

I ran out of money.  This trip is much longer and much more expensive than I had planned.  I really didn't think this country was this damn big.

After a couple of weeks in rehab (not for my broken leg but for subsequent vicodin addiction), I am a new man!  Off to my homeland!

I found a job where there were not many applicants.  I am a mortuary assistant in Rapid City South Dakota.  The job is pretty vile and disgusting at times.  This guy was in here today.

My job is to basically do whatever they ask which is to move bodies around.  You'd be surprised about how many people die in South Dakota.

I'm saving some money, then will trek though the sleet and snow east towards My Ireland, My Home!