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that terrible feeling
Mar. 21st, 2007 08:48 amI just got to work and got a phone call.
It's the type of phone call you dread getting, usually in the wee hours of the morning, but it's a phone call that sucks when ever, and from whom ever you get it.
My SuperBoss Dave just called to tell me that a co-worker's husband died. Very unexpectedly.
This coworker is the mirror image of my position. Does the same job, but for a different group. Same building, other wing.
We get together for coffee every two weeks to stay in touch about what's going on with the various groups. Due to internal political strife, we can't talk about projects now, but we still get together and chat.
I know all about her and her family. Her trip to Italy. Her luddite plumber husband. Their adorable son.
They have a 3 year old - they never thought they were going to have kids.
My first, and inappropriate question was "How?!" even knowing SuperBoss wouldn't want to divulge details, and not that I wanted to hear them, I just wanted to be able to wrap my brain around it. Needed to calm the choking fear with facts and information.
The gears quickly reversed themself, though, and I proceeded to ask him to let me know when arrangements are made... he's send me her address so I can send her a card.
It's times like these that take your world and slam it back into perspective with the force of a herd of wild horses...
I was blissfully happy this morning - it is spring, and I've watched the sun rise, and listened to the birds sing in the sunshine.
Now I just feel.... shocked. Like someone dumped a bucket of icewater on the day.
- k.
It's the type of phone call you dread getting, usually in the wee hours of the morning, but it's a phone call that sucks when ever, and from whom ever you get it.
My SuperBoss Dave just called to tell me that a co-worker's husband died. Very unexpectedly.
This coworker is the mirror image of my position. Does the same job, but for a different group. Same building, other wing.
We get together for coffee every two weeks to stay in touch about what's going on with the various groups. Due to internal political strife, we can't talk about projects now, but we still get together and chat.
I know all about her and her family. Her trip to Italy. Her luddite plumber husband. Their adorable son.
They have a 3 year old - they never thought they were going to have kids.
My first, and inappropriate question was "How?!" even knowing SuperBoss wouldn't want to divulge details, and not that I wanted to hear them, I just wanted to be able to wrap my brain around it. Needed to calm the choking fear with facts and information.
The gears quickly reversed themself, though, and I proceeded to ask him to let me know when arrangements are made... he's send me her address so I can send her a card.
It's times like these that take your world and slam it back into perspective with the force of a herd of wild horses...
I was blissfully happy this morning - it is spring, and I've watched the sun rise, and listened to the birds sing in the sunshine.
Now I just feel.... shocked. Like someone dumped a bucket of icewater on the day.
- k.
