My parrot Tito

Good morning, I got up this morning and made a call to the company that was interested in hiring me until they found out I had had a back surgery almost 10 years ago. Well I got an answering machine. Left a message. It was nice The good thing. I just had eggs and toast with Tito. Tito is my parrot. Nearly ten years ago I injured my back at work Made it impossible to work and I ended up living with my parents again Well my mom rescues birds. And dogs, and cats, and what ever needs to be rescued. Well Tito was one of these rescues. I have no idea what he was rescued from, but I do know he hates everyone Everyone but me So I became Tito’s guardian Worked out pretty good when I was home all the time. But when I went back to work I wasn’t able to spend the time with Tito So now I try to spend the time with him when I’m around, that’s even hard. When I take him out of the cage and someone else comes around he wants to attack them. He usually wont let anyone else feed him. But for some reason he likes me. The possible new job just called me back. I have a test tomorrow afternoon in Kingman. That means I can still fit in my Ham Radio exam Friday morning. I really didn’t feel like looking for a new job again. It’s getting hard. I’ve had about 9 jobs in the last 7 years. That is a long story for another time but lets just say, I’m looking for a job that will allow me to make money and get home on a regular basis. Which is why I’m hoping this job will work out, they have a customer here in town that they do a lot of freight with. The job I had before the one I just quit, I went to because they also where pulling out of this customer. As soon as I went to work with them, they stopped working here in town. But for a while I was still getting home every two weeks for the weekend. Then my time out just kept getting longer and longer. Until I decided to find another job again.