Steely
Active Member
OK, so, as you know my workplace is, a, a bit wonky. I started there 5 months ago, and I have been involved with the police 5 times. I have had to call twice for unruly employees, and 3 times for theft stuff. Uh, weird. (Not to mention the bazillion times in the last 3 months that I have had to interact with cops because of H., and her ongoing investigation.)
So, tonight as I am leaving the following unfolds.
"Wow, did you see that the staff is going to get together next week for a boat ride on T. river" Employee Y says.
"Yea, I did. It looks fun." Employee Z says.
"Oh, man! Last time we did that, remember?"
"Yea."
"B. fell in the river, and then all of his hair fell out."
I gasp,
"What?"
"Yea, he fell in the river and all of his hair fell out, even his eyebrows," Employee Y says.
"Seriously?" I reply.
"Yea, then he died."
Um.......What? "Whatta you mean, he died?" I ask.
"Oh, well a year later he died from a heart attack." Employee Z says.
"What?"
"Yea, he was only 39, fell over dead." Employee Y says.
"Was it from this toxic water episode?" I ask. (This river is known for it being a waste land from businesses around the city area.)
"No." Employee Y says.
"I think so, yes." Employee X says.
I am still gasping, "He died?"
"Yep!" All ten employees reply as we are leaving.
"Wow, is this like a story you don't tell the new kid until they have been here for awhile or what?" I ask.
So, still kinda reeling from, I don't know the weirdness of it all - and how this store seems toxic in and of itself - I walk out and one of the employees that was parked right next to me, had their car broken into. The window smashed, car stereo stolen, etc. (Did I mention already how, when we went to scatter H.'s ashes on a mountain top, our car got broken into.) So there I waited for the police, again.
Seriously. I know I am feeling extra sensitive, but that story about the guy dropping dead at such a young age, after falling into toxic water really got to me. Especially since it seems everywhere I turn lately there is some kinda darkness.
Then I am driving home, and I start to talk to H. in my head, and tell her about the guy and his hair falling out after falling into a sewage filled river in the nasty city I live in, and I started to laugh. H. would have laughed at that story. Not that him dying is funny, because before her death we probably would not have thought twice about the death part. We would have just laughed at the hilarity of me living in this over polluted over populated city, and just how disgusting it is.
OMG I miss her! I know it sounds horrible that we would have laughed - but we would have. That silly ignorant laughter only best friends and sisters can have.
Then again - maybe this place is cursed. Maybe I am cursed. The last year I have felt like only bad things can come my way. Actually the last 8 years. Possibly my whole life. Who knows. Then again, there is no such things as curses, right?
Thanks, again, for listening. You guys are like my enormous, yet collective, cyber sister.
So, tonight as I am leaving the following unfolds.
"Wow, did you see that the staff is going to get together next week for a boat ride on T. river" Employee Y says.
"Yea, I did. It looks fun." Employee Z says.
"Oh, man! Last time we did that, remember?"
"Yea."
"B. fell in the river, and then all of his hair fell out."
I gasp,
"What?"
"Yea, he fell in the river and all of his hair fell out, even his eyebrows," Employee Y says.
"Seriously?" I reply.
"Yea, then he died."
Um.......What? "Whatta you mean, he died?" I ask.
"Oh, well a year later he died from a heart attack." Employee Z says.
"What?"
"Yea, he was only 39, fell over dead." Employee Y says.
"Was it from this toxic water episode?" I ask. (This river is known for it being a waste land from businesses around the city area.)
"No." Employee Y says.
"I think so, yes." Employee X says.
I am still gasping, "He died?"
"Yep!" All ten employees reply as we are leaving.
"Wow, is this like a story you don't tell the new kid until they have been here for awhile or what?" I ask.
So, still kinda reeling from, I don't know the weirdness of it all - and how this store seems toxic in and of itself - I walk out and one of the employees that was parked right next to me, had their car broken into. The window smashed, car stereo stolen, etc. (Did I mention already how, when we went to scatter H.'s ashes on a mountain top, our car got broken into.) So there I waited for the police, again.
Seriously. I know I am feeling extra sensitive, but that story about the guy dropping dead at such a young age, after falling into toxic water really got to me. Especially since it seems everywhere I turn lately there is some kinda darkness.
Then I am driving home, and I start to talk to H. in my head, and tell her about the guy and his hair falling out after falling into a sewage filled river in the nasty city I live in, and I started to laugh. H. would have laughed at that story. Not that him dying is funny, because before her death we probably would not have thought twice about the death part. We would have just laughed at the hilarity of me living in this over polluted over populated city, and just how disgusting it is.
OMG I miss her! I know it sounds horrible that we would have laughed - but we would have. That silly ignorant laughter only best friends and sisters can have.
Then again - maybe this place is cursed. Maybe I am cursed. The last year I have felt like only bad things can come my way. Actually the last 8 years. Possibly my whole life. Who knows. Then again, there is no such things as curses, right?
Thanks, again, for listening. You guys are like my enormous, yet collective, cyber sister.
I think I'd pass on the boat ride if I were you!
