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synnoveaevaelI hate my job sometimes. A lot of times.
Cause it's MAAAAAAAAAAAD depressing.
This guy calls, saying his son died and the funeral home recommended him to us. It happens. So I give the call to the appropriate person, and look online at the funeral home for an obit.
The kid. He graduated high school in 1997.
*I* graduated high school in 1997.
He was really *really* overweight, but popular, and a hard worker. Was a volunteer fireman, etc.
He had a heart attack.
I dunno. Just kinda hit me.
I also had one of the most disturbing dreams on record of my cousin this weekend. It was so real, I woke with tears in my eyes. It sucked.
She IM'ed me this morning, and it just made me remember.
I miss her. Now that I have a non-suck car, I'm gonna go visit her soon.
Just focus on the good... right?
Cause it's MAAAAAAAAAAAD depressing.
This guy calls, saying his son died and the funeral home recommended him to us. It happens. So I give the call to the appropriate person, and look online at the funeral home for an obit.
The kid. He graduated high school in 1997.
*I* graduated high school in 1997.
He was really *really* overweight, but popular, and a hard worker. Was a volunteer fireman, etc.
He had a heart attack.
I dunno. Just kinda hit me.
I also had one of the most disturbing dreams on record of my cousin this weekend. It was so real, I woke with tears in my eyes. It sucked.
She IM'ed me this morning, and it just made me remember.
I miss her. Now that I have a non-suck car, I'm gonna go visit her soon.
Just focus on the good... right?
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Date: 2006-03-06 04:25 pm (UTC)*eep!*
*stalks you*
*crouches down*
*wiggles butt in attack stance*
*pounces*