I think my Pops is suffering from a severe case of depression. As I mentioned in my previous post, he wanted me to throw away my $50 gift card to Sears because his job sucked. The following conversation took place this morning before I left for work.
ME: Hey Pops. How’s it going?
POPS: (Sigh) I dread going in to work.
ME: Anything special happening today?
POPS: I really dread going in to work.
ME: Did something bad happen yesterday?
POPS: (another sigh) I dread going in to work. I don’t know how I can face another day.
ME: How come?
POPS: My job sucks.
As you can see, it was a quality moment this morning with me and my Pops. Maybe this evening, I can talk to him some more and find out what is bothering him.
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