Soooo ... that was fun. I mean, that was funny.

[apocalypsos]

Yesterday at work, a woman a few cubes down from me was fired. At five o'clock, after they'd let her work all damn day. Needless to say, she made a huge scene and cried, and a bunch of us cried because she was a really nice person, and they ended up having to call the police to escort her off the premises because she was so upset.

A half-hour later, one of the supervisors gathered us all around and told us we shouldn't gossip or tell other departments about what went on, which would have been a noble gesture if a third of us hadn't gone on our breaks or lunches in that half-hour they'd waited to tell us that.

Not long after, when I finally got to talk to the girl who used to sit next to me and now sits two seats away from the woman who got fired, and she saw my eye, she started tossing out theories about how it could have happened (she's a nursing student) and she said, "Maybe you're just stressed out ..."

I really didn't need to laugh THAT loud in response. I think I may have sounded like a maniac.

Also, I may have told one of my-coworkers (who also has depression) that every so often when I've had those fun suicidal thoughts, the major thing that stops me is that if I were to do it, my mom would have a stroke and I'd take her with me, which I absolutely would NOT want to happen. Which sounds a bit more noble than the minor excuse, which is that my house is still a bit of a mess and I don't want to die with it looking like this.

Still ... ugh, ugh, ugh, all the way around.

Comments

[azurelunatic]

I sorta know the feeling. It would devastate my best friend, though, and I cannot begin to imagine how pissed off my family would be.