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Jun. 14th, 2007 08:55 amThere are some days when life knocks you down and then takes out the baseball bat and starts swinging.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Besides the HOTEL and its various indiscretions, I got to work to find out one of my coworkers had passed away on Tuesday. I had just worked with him Monday and everything had been fine, but Tuesday he became unresponsive and then passed away sometime in the afternoon. There is speculation as to what happened (blood clot, drugs) but we won't know anything until they do an autopsy. His name was Ryan Gardner. He was 26 years old. He was a wonderful, funny, sweet guy, and will be missed terribly.
So work yesterday, as you can imagine, was not fun. We were all just kind of walking around in a fog because really, how can one care about burgers and chicken when one of our own DIED. Simply, you don't. At all. But we made it through, and I was all set for an afternoon off of going to the movies and then drinking with Anna and Julia. But Jess got sick, and I was the only person who could cover her shift. So I worked and made no money (really, that pales in comparison to death considerably, but it still sucked) and was cranky and bitchy and got an elbow in the eye for my troubles.
But then I got home and there was white wine waiting and Anna and Julia cheered me up. The day was one big circle, starting and ending with key lime pie.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Besides the HOTEL and its various indiscretions, I got to work to find out one of my coworkers had passed away on Tuesday. I had just worked with him Monday and everything had been fine, but Tuesday he became unresponsive and then passed away sometime in the afternoon. There is speculation as to what happened (blood clot, drugs) but we won't know anything until they do an autopsy. His name was Ryan Gardner. He was 26 years old. He was a wonderful, funny, sweet guy, and will be missed terribly.
So work yesterday, as you can imagine, was not fun. We were all just kind of walking around in a fog because really, how can one care about burgers and chicken when one of our own DIED. Simply, you don't. At all. But we made it through, and I was all set for an afternoon off of going to the movies and then drinking with Anna and Julia. But Jess got sick, and I was the only person who could cover her shift. So I worked and made no money (really, that pales in comparison to death considerably, but it still sucked) and was cranky and bitchy and got an elbow in the eye for my troubles.
But then I got home and there was white wine waiting and Anna and Julia cheered me up. The day was one big circle, starting and ending with key lime pie.
