So, work today was bad.
We weren't crazy busy. Rude customers were at a minimum. Bosses were nice and understanding. Equipment was up and running the way it should.
Today was bad for a completely different reason.
Today, we lost a member of our team. An employee we thought we knew. Someone that was well liked. Someone who made our workplace just a little bit warmer with his dry sense of humor.
To most of us who worked with him, he was the gay pharmacy tech who rode his bike to work. He was pleasant but quiet. The one who ventured out of the pharmacy and actually talked to us "regular" folks. The one in charge of picking up the trash magazines when things in the back got slow. The only one back there who actually helped with the truck on Thursdays - without being asked. The one who worked at the pharmacy during the day, and waiting tables at night.
In reality, we didn't know much about him, at least not the important stuff. We didn't know about his family, or his friends. Or if he was happy. Or if he had some deep hidden problem that we were all unaware of. We didn't think to ask, as we often times don't when someone is just a co-worker.
We found out today that yesterday was his birthday. No one bought a card. No well wishes were made. At least none that I heard.
Today he was supposed to be at work first thing in the morning.
He didn't show up.
He was called, and no one answered.
Friends visited, and still no answer.
Hours went by, still nothing.
Friends became worried and demanded access to his apartment.
And, only then, did the unanswered questions finally get answered.
He was found, alone in his apartment, dead. At 29 years old, the day after his birthday.
No one knows what happened. Assumptions have been made. From drug overdose to suicide.
In truth, we may never know what happened to him. To the guy who, looking back, seemed a little too quiet, a little too. . . . alone. The guy I wish I would have gotten to know so much more. The guy who, just yesterday, I wouldn't have given a second thought to after I left work.
Yet, today I can't seem to erase his face from my mind. Or the image of him pedaling his green beach cruiser to and from work.
And, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to stop thinking about how someone, so young, so full of life just yesterday can be gone today. Without warning, without notice. Just. . . . . gone. And yet, life still goes on. As it did yesterday, as it will tomorrow. Work will continue on without him. His position will be replaced. And months from now he'll become a distant memory in most of our minds. We get to continue on in our journey while his ended so abruptly and all too soon.
Somehow, it just seems so unfair.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
So, work today was bad.
Posted by April at 9:25 PM