Et Tu Brute? (Even you, Brutus, or in the other form brut, are you crude?)

I was about to pull a Malapropism with my title until I looked it up on Wikipedia. It somehow just feels so right. I deal with jerks every day.

I called in over the foot thing, and hope to see my doc again in the early a.m. Sadly, I can't take those pain pills so whatever his answer is I'm likely stuck.

The market for serving is so bad here that it hardly seems worth one docs visit. I take about an hour or more to close up my section and boh sidework, and then that just rips my profit right up. I hate that! I work for profit, not fun. Where I live is not fun, more upwardly mobile middle class people have moved out than in and the whole business is overbuilt both city and county. I would have to go to another city 22 miles away as the crow flies to get a really good corporate moneied clientelle. They tip, big bucks for good service. That's what I need to live until I figure it all out.

I'm empty nesting! Really, I don't know what on earth to do with myself! And it's an all day, every day proposition that I have nothing to do. I've tried filling my days with my zoo, but that gets absolutely tedious! Cleaning house and trying to get Maggie to behave is an all day every day thing and I wish I had not gotten her. Now I'll just have to ride it out. I do send off resumes when I see something online but many of the ads don't have any reality to them, they are either a do it at home based email scam or they ask you to complete one of those surveys to apply for the job, and you have to pay five hundred bucks or so to complete the so-called survey. I'm on high alert for all jobs out there.