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I was supposed to go with my brother to the funeral but guess who flaked? Which meant I didn't get to go?

Yup. I really thought I was going to be the flake in this scenario but nope, my alarm went off and after a minute or so of thinking, "I could go back to bed..." I got up and checked my phone as my brain switched on. And naturally as soon as my brain was on, I realized that I wasn't going to be going after all.

Which ticked me off. Do you know what I've been doing all week? I've gotten half a zillion, "I'm so sorry about your coworker" which feels weird. I've had to give a zillion and a half directions and times for the service. I've had to look up the address for this place and give directions and commiserate with people who are obviously hanging on by a thread because they knew her well. Like... maybe I'd have liked the chance to say goodbye officially. Maybe hear Megan stories I didn't know.


Also, did you know work sent in grief counselors? But you know which shift didn't get them? Oh. Yeah. Mine. Because we never get remembered unless it's to fuss at us for the store not looking pretty enough. I don't begrudge the day shift getting them but considering the story I recently heard about one of the ways work might've found out about her death, I'm also not entirely sure someone from the bar didn't run down to work and tell G & K about it the night it happened... and I've worked with her for like ten years.

But y'know, no. Keep sending everything to day shift and forget the night shift. It's not like she worked that one, too. Oh. Wait.