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oh my god.
Posted by Slowplum
on
4/13/2004 06:54:00 PM
today was a really... surreal day. i am completely numb. i don't know what to do.
at around 3pm, a man at our workplace was electrocuted by a machine he was working on. it was supposed to be locked out... i don't really know what happened. what i do know is, i have worked with this man. i have spent countless hours talking with him, joking with him. years.
i went to school with his daughter. he was the one person in the entire building i could actually speak french with who understood what i was saying. he was one of the few people who condescended to learn my kids' names when i had them. he was so, so nice.
and he's dead.
and i don't know what to do about this feeling that is creeping up my throat and causing my head to ache. i don't know what to do with the empty.
can you even begin to fathom what i am talking about? he fried himself. and people saw the blue light and saw him fall and saw what became of him. we had counsellors in all afternoon talking to them. the ambulance & fire dept & police dept came, and tried to resusitate him. i don't know how long he lived. i don't know if his daughter made it to him in time. i don't know and a part of me really doesn't want to know, because that would sting a little more.
and lucky me, i get to work switchboard, which was total chaos and i had to direct all these officials where to go. i have never been so anxious to go and yet anxious to stay at the same time. i wanted to be there to help but i wanted to go and be by myself.
i keep thinking about him and about things and i can hear his voice saying hello and telling me how precious my children are and how is the family, peach?
and i can't make it stop.
at around 3pm, a man at our workplace was electrocuted by a machine he was working on. it was supposed to be locked out... i don't really know what happened. what i do know is, i have worked with this man. i have spent countless hours talking with him, joking with him. years.
i went to school with his daughter. he was the one person in the entire building i could actually speak french with who understood what i was saying. he was one of the few people who condescended to learn my kids' names when i had them. he was so, so nice.
and he's dead.
and i don't know what to do about this feeling that is creeping up my throat and causing my head to ache. i don't know what to do with the empty.
can you even begin to fathom what i am talking about? he fried himself. and people saw the blue light and saw him fall and saw what became of him. we had counsellors in all afternoon talking to them. the ambulance & fire dept & police dept came, and tried to resusitate him. i don't know how long he lived. i don't know if his daughter made it to him in time. i don't know and a part of me really doesn't want to know, because that would sting a little more.
and lucky me, i get to work switchboard, which was total chaos and i had to direct all these officials where to go. i have never been so anxious to go and yet anxious to stay at the same time. i wanted to be there to help but i wanted to go and be by myself.
i keep thinking about him and about things and i can hear his voice saying hello and telling me how precious my children are and how is the family, peach?
and i can't make it stop.