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A few months ago, I started a new job (I’m an assistant). One person I was hired to help was fired. The other left. So I was assigned to another person, who has now given their notice. What’s the opposite of Midas touch?

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Still mad about Season 2.

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Grief

I stopped talking to my father in 2004 (long story).  Almost three years ago I found out was dying and was given six months to live.  He outlived that expectancy but did pass about a year ago.  I think I’ve mostly dealt with it fine.  I struggle because I don’t feel like he deserves my grief or mourning him, but at the end of the day he was my dad and I do have some good memories of him before my parents’ divorce when I was a young child and after he got out of prison the last time.

I think I needed to realize that the grief wasn’t for him.  It was for me, mourning the childhood I didn’t have because of my father’s choices and the fact that those choices have influenced my personality ever since.  I miss the man I wish he was and thought he was before I found out the truth about him.  I don’t miss my father, but I do miss my daddy, and have for over 16 years.

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Dreamt up this name a few weeks ago, trying to flesh it out

Hannabeth Leigh hated her name but every time she sighed about it to her parents, her mother, Anna, would get a sad look in her eye and her father, Mike, would shake his head.

“You were named for your grandmothers.  I wish you could have met either of them,” Anna would say.

“And Lee was my younger brother who died in a car accident two months before you were born,” Mike would add.  “We just changed the spelling.”

“I know,” Hannabeth would reply.  “It’s just, well, do you have to call me by both names all the time?  Hannabeth is already a cumbersome name.  Being called by both names is a lot.”

But no matter her protests, Hannabeth Leigh she was and always would be to her parents.

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