A small town girl living in the city full of crazy people. But then, who is normal anyway. I love books, skateboarding, ballet, loud music, hanging out with my nieces and nephew, shopping, and cats Bilbo and Misty. (ferrets Faramir-RIP, Eowyn-RIP, Arwyn-MIA, Luthien-RIP, Beren-MIA, Boromir-RIP/cats Precious-RIP and Frodo-RIP).
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Poor coworker
Today after work a coworker went to visit his father at his house. Last week his father was in the hospital, but feeling better. My coworker thought it strange that the house was dark and doors were locked. He kicked the door in to find his father at the dining room table with a bowl of cereal, dead. Talk about traumatic. The examiner thought he died the day before. I plan to bring a sympathy card tomorrow and ask if anyone else wants to sign it. Nobody gave me cards or much sympathy when 2 relatives died right before Christmas last year, but I can be kind to someone else. It is times like this when a person finds out who cares and who doesn't. Another coworker shares more empathy that anyone else because her father was a pilot and crashed over the middle of the ocean. Neither the plane nor people were ever found. Poor coworker. Post later. Bye!
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