Thursday night is normally such a happy time. $10 all you can drink at my favorite bar in town.
I use to manage an Arby's for a few months last year, and I actually have kept in touch with quite a few people from there. Tonight I found out one of my former employees died.
If you worked in a restaurant for a while, you'd know you get pretty close to people - unless your a d-bag.
Anyways not to get mushy on you guys, but she was a very nice person. I think she may have had issue with here weight [she was hefty] but her "friends" did a lot of drugs.
Turns out that she died form an overdose of pills [at least what I'm told]. I'm not saying this is a huge surprise. I know her friends, and when she worked with me I know she was doing some stuff. It's such a Darwin way to die, really.
One of my former employees found her in her bed dead, and as much as I could understand how it happens I'm conflicted.
1) I know she did a bit of random drugs. She once came into work in really bad shape from doing way to much the night before [among other things]. I don't know what she was doing, and I don't want to know.
2) How do you let that happen? Is life really that bad? I don't know that it was on purpose.
She was going to college and all that jazz. Never seemed suicidal. Seemed fairly happy overall.
As much as I want to go to the funeral, and several current friends of mine - whom also worked there - want me to go. At the same time it's almost like I'm saying "If you kill yourself in a really fucking stupid way I should show up and mourn!". I don't think that's the right attitude to be had IMFHO.
In general I'm not the kind of person who goes to funerals or any of that jazz, but this is the first one outside my family that I'm considering.
Does anyone else have a similar story? And no I don't want a bunch of "I'm sorry for you loss" bullshit posts, because it isn't like that. *yeah I Know I spelt "funeral" wrong.
I use to manage an Arby's for a few months last year, and I actually have kept in touch with quite a few people from there. Tonight I found out one of my former employees died.
If you worked in a restaurant for a while, you'd know you get pretty close to people - unless your a d-bag.
Anyways not to get mushy on you guys, but she was a very nice person. I think she may have had issue with here weight [she was hefty] but her "friends" did a lot of drugs.
Turns out that she died form an overdose of pills [at least what I'm told]. I'm not saying this is a huge surprise. I know her friends, and when she worked with me I know she was doing some stuff. It's such a Darwin way to die, really.
One of my former employees found her in her bed dead, and as much as I could understand how it happens I'm conflicted.
1) I know she did a bit of random drugs. She once came into work in really bad shape from doing way to much the night before [among other things]. I don't know what she was doing, and I don't want to know.
2) How do you let that happen? Is life really that bad? I don't know that it was on purpose.
She was going to college and all that jazz. Never seemed suicidal. Seemed fairly happy overall.
As much as I want to go to the funeral, and several current friends of mine - whom also worked there - want me to go. At the same time it's almost like I'm saying "If you kill yourself in a really fucking stupid way I should show up and mourn!". I don't think that's the right attitude to be had IMFHO.
In general I'm not the kind of person who goes to funerals or any of that jazz, but this is the first one outside my family that I'm considering.
Does anyone else have a similar story? And no I don't want a bunch of "I'm sorry for you loss" bullshit posts, because it isn't like that. *yeah I Know I spelt "funeral" wrong.