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Jul. 25th, 2016 11:09 amI've been avoiding this for a few days but I figure it's probably time to mention at least for future!me.
When I first started at the store, we didn't have a set overnight manager/shift lead/whatever. The day people would alternate weeks on and off until we got Ms. H, who worked some odd number of days on and then like four off. I want to say it was like... ten in a row or something insane. It probably wasn't, although she did work much shorter shifts than our current people, so maybe. Anyway, prior to her starting, there was a guy who picked up a lot of the night shifts and continued to do so for the four or however many days she got off until we wound up with two overnight people and then he was promoted to store manager at another store nearby.
He died last Wednesday. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but it was pretty much complications from his diabetes, if one believes the store scuttlebutt. For months, anytime I'd help bring in truck, there were updates about his health and how it wasn't good and so I just knew that when I went into work the day he died (because I work nights, remember) I would get the "now, we don't want to lose you, so lose some weight" comments. Annnnnnnnnnnd yup. Yup. So did. Called it. Nailed it. And it sucked about as much as I thought it would.
Like... you do realize that when I'm sick, it's not something (necessarily) related to my weight, right? It's the period from hell that I inherited from Mums, who had it even when she was a twig. Or it's from working in a place that will not let worker bees call out until they're dead minions walking, which means everyone catches the same mutated flu that some customer brought in because they totally didn't think it would be a bad idea to hack on everything in the store. (Seriously, if you're super duper sick, dash in and out or do the drive through. I will personally do your shopping for you if you call in a list. Just keep your germs safely tucked away... in your car.) Anyway, when you get the joy of working from November straight on through the most stressful time of the year, yeah, come February, I'm likely gonna finally get that bug that's been traded about.
Sigh. I mean, hearts are in the right place and all, but harping on someone's weight is scientifically proven to backfire.
Plus, then I think more about wah, wah, poor me and less about the fact that someone I liked and I knew other people LOVED is now gone forever. I'm not kidding when I say I can't imagine the local stores without him. I never even saw him at the other stores, but you knew he was around and it influenced a lot of things. Some people have presence and he was definitely one of those people.
When reading his obit yesterday, I was stunned to learn that he was only about six months older than me. I really thought he was at least three years older, if not more. It explains a lot about his humor, I guess, but is still incredibly sad.
When I first started at the store, we didn't have a set overnight manager/shift lead/whatever. The day people would alternate weeks on and off until we got Ms. H, who worked some odd number of days on and then like four off. I want to say it was like... ten in a row or something insane. It probably wasn't, although she did work much shorter shifts than our current people, so maybe. Anyway, prior to her starting, there was a guy who picked up a lot of the night shifts and continued to do so for the four or however many days she got off until we wound up with two overnight people and then he was promoted to store manager at another store nearby.
He died last Wednesday. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but it was pretty much complications from his diabetes, if one believes the store scuttlebutt. For months, anytime I'd help bring in truck, there were updates about his health and how it wasn't good and so I just knew that when I went into work the day he died (because I work nights, remember) I would get the "now, we don't want to lose you, so lose some weight" comments. Annnnnnnnnnnd yup. Yup. So did. Called it. Nailed it. And it sucked about as much as I thought it would.
Like... you do realize that when I'm sick, it's not something (necessarily) related to my weight, right? It's the period from hell that I inherited from Mums, who had it even when she was a twig. Or it's from working in a place that will not let worker bees call out until they're dead minions walking, which means everyone catches the same mutated flu that some customer brought in because they totally didn't think it would be a bad idea to hack on everything in the store. (Seriously, if you're super duper sick, dash in and out or do the drive through. I will personally do your shopping for you if you call in a list. Just keep your germs safely tucked away... in your car.) Anyway, when you get the joy of working from November straight on through the most stressful time of the year, yeah, come February, I'm likely gonna finally get that bug that's been traded about.
Sigh. I mean, hearts are in the right place and all, but harping on someone's weight is scientifically proven to backfire.
Plus, then I think more about wah, wah, poor me and less about the fact that someone I liked and I knew other people LOVED is now gone forever. I'm not kidding when I say I can't imagine the local stores without him. I never even saw him at the other stores, but you knew he was around and it influenced a lot of things. Some people have presence and he was definitely one of those people.
When reading his obit yesterday, I was stunned to learn that he was only about six months older than me. I really thought he was at least three years older, if not more. It explains a lot about his humor, I guess, but is still incredibly sad.