So, last night, I posted a long rant...it's the one below this post. It was bitching and moaning and whining. Yeah. I've got a blog; I'm allowed to do that. And you don't even have to read it if you don't want to. The title was a dead giveaway about content.
A lot of people will try to assign noble sentiments to bitching and moaning and whining. They say its cathartic. Bullshit. Bitching and moaning and whining is just childish venting. I'll cop to that without any argument. All it does is give me the chance to holler about how rough my life is and plead for sympathy. Having admitted that doesn't mean I don't think there's value in it. Venting is fun. And if anyone actually sympathizes...Yay!
BTW, I still haven't heard from the one who just decided not to come to work anymore, and in case it wasn't clear, I don't see his behavior as having any effect on my friendship with his brother. I'm fairly certain that to the extent my friend is aware of this situation, his reaction is probably something like, "WTF? I'm not getting involved." That's absolutely fine by me.