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Oct. 22nd, 2009 03:11 pmI think it might be forever before I get actual real internet access again. *sigh* I'm thinking I might turn on stalker updates for a bunch of you just so I can semi feel like I'm connected to the real world.
I feel really loved right now, and it's kinda sad b/c the reason I feel loved is a FUNERAL. The RMG crew saved me a seat with them. Like, IN THE MIDDLE. Seriously, they had taken up three rows and they saved me a spot in the middle of the center row. Awww! I asked them who was minding the store since they were all there, and they said they left Vicky and Nigel and Edna and Alan and a bunch of temps. It would not surprise me if the place fell down while they were gone. Apparently Toby had held a meeting with them and said he couldn't tell them not to go to the funeral but that business still needed to operate and if they did take time off it'd be an occurence. Which is wrong on so many levels. I asked for a long lunch at my work and since it was kinda last minute it had to be approved by the site director and he was like "oh, of course!" and gave me 3 hours of approved PTO so I wouldn't have to come back to work after. All my RMG friends did have to go back to work, though, so it wouldn't have mattered.
I know I bitched about Darryl A LOT as a supervisor, b/c he was pretty much incompetent, but as a person he was pretty awesome. I honestly cannot remember a time EVER in the last three years when he wasn't smiling. Even when he was bitching us out, he was smiling. He was a genuinely nice person, always willing to help anyone and one of those people who would literally give you the shirt off their back. He gave me money for my prescription copays once b/c I couldn't afford them (I think I had to choose between new shoes for the kids and my meds, and the shoes were more important). He always always ALWAYS made sure we knew he appreciated us, even if no one else in the warehouse did. He fought, on more than one occasion, to keep me out of trouble for occurences and to keep me in his department instead of having to help out in every other department. He used to tell me I was just like his wife, always wanting something and usually complaining, and he would say he hated it when I'd call his name "with that voice" because he knew he was in trouble.
He really was a great person, and I thought it was pretty awesome to see the sheer number of people who turned up today for the funeral.
One of the anecdotes at the funeral today was about something one of his nieces had said when her grandfather died. She told her mom not to be sad, that Granddad had to go to Heaven to help God paint the rainbows. So I guess that's where Darryl is now, in Heaven helping paint rainbows. <3
I feel really loved right now, and it's kinda sad b/c the reason I feel loved is a FUNERAL. The RMG crew saved me a seat with them. Like, IN THE MIDDLE. Seriously, they had taken up three rows and they saved me a spot in the middle of the center row. Awww! I asked them who was minding the store since they were all there, and they said they left Vicky and Nigel and Edna and Alan and a bunch of temps. It would not surprise me if the place fell down while they were gone. Apparently Toby had held a meeting with them and said he couldn't tell them not to go to the funeral but that business still needed to operate and if they did take time off it'd be an occurence. Which is wrong on so many levels. I asked for a long lunch at my work and since it was kinda last minute it had to be approved by the site director and he was like "oh, of course!" and gave me 3 hours of approved PTO so I wouldn't have to come back to work after. All my RMG friends did have to go back to work, though, so it wouldn't have mattered.
I know I bitched about Darryl A LOT as a supervisor, b/c he was pretty much incompetent, but as a person he was pretty awesome. I honestly cannot remember a time EVER in the last three years when he wasn't smiling. Even when he was bitching us out, he was smiling. He was a genuinely nice person, always willing to help anyone and one of those people who would literally give you the shirt off their back. He gave me money for my prescription copays once b/c I couldn't afford them (I think I had to choose between new shoes for the kids and my meds, and the shoes were more important). He always always ALWAYS made sure we knew he appreciated us, even if no one else in the warehouse did. He fought, on more than one occasion, to keep me out of trouble for occurences and to keep me in his department instead of having to help out in every other department. He used to tell me I was just like his wife, always wanting something and usually complaining, and he would say he hated it when I'd call his name "with that voice" because he knew he was in trouble.
He really was a great person, and I thought it was pretty awesome to see the sheer number of people who turned up today for the funeral.
One of the anecdotes at the funeral today was about something one of his nieces had said when her grandfather died. She told her mom not to be sad, that Granddad had to go to Heaven to help God paint the rainbows. So I guess that's where Darryl is now, in Heaven helping paint rainbows. <3
