Teresa203's Journal

Today was akwardly hard for me, i'm not even sure why but there is the man I work with who is slightly old, maybe sixties i'm not sure, but he's deaf and it's really hard for him to tell people what he's talking about and everyone just gives him so much crap. We get survery'd by random costumers on how we do, they gave him an F for not talking to them, asking how they were, ETC.

HE CAN'T TALK!!!! So then I go on my break and i'm just so upset about that and how bad he feels, he talks to me because he knows I understand (We write on a notepad back and forth, or he sign laungauges the letters to me) But anyways, i'm up in the break room and the radio is always on this really sad station always talking about sad things and playing sad songs when a girl that's seventeen was telling the story of how she lost her dad due to cancer, and his name was Jerry, my dads name. I just started bawling my eyes out, sometimes people come through the store that looks like my dad or talks like him or even smells like him and it kills me, work is harder then it is at home and I thought a job would be better, money is good though.

I miss you dad.