I'm just hoping at midnight I can just hit restart....
So, today was one of those weird days that you think couldn't really happen to you...
I was at work and it was going ok, kinda slow... but ya know... it's work. I was going to lunch around 12:15/12:30 and I'm walking across the parking lot and I look over and I see these 2 people arguing. I'm like... oh it's Wal-Mart... a domestic... I slow down and I squint as I see this lady pounding on the door of this tan lincoln town car and I'm like, oh great this guy's going to ditch this lady in the parking lot... But I was trying to get out of the cold and I think, ya know if she's there when I get back I'll check in with her and see if she's alright. I keep walking and I hear this 'pop' and I freeze cause my brain doesn't quite register what it is even if my ears do.
I go and I eat and I head back and I see about 6 tow trucks, an ambulance, a firetruck, and about 3 cop cars. I'm just like... omg what happened? I unconciously start walking towards them when I see the car with a white sheet over the windshield and side windows. I see the same lady wrapped in a blanket sobbing and it hits me. The guy in the car shot himself. SHOT. HIMSELF. The car was no more than 50 ft from my own and in plain view of our store, where children were. CHILDREN! I suddenly just felt sick and all I wanted to do was have Raul come into work so I could hug him and just.... make myself feel better.
I walk in from lunch and I'm like, in shock. My manager had just seen the cops pull up and I'm just like... I'm going to just... go on autopilot... So that was work....
I come home after picking up some bubbly for tonight and my parents are acting weird. I'm like, where are you guys? My parents were getting ready to go out, which they never do. My mom pops her head out of the bathroom and she tells me that she and my dad are going to the Rockets game.... The Rockets game I've been asking to go to for at least 5 months. The last match up with Dallas for the rest of the season until playoffs. THE ROCKETS GAME MY MOM LIED AND TOLD ME SHE COULDN'T GET TICKETS BECAUSE HER BOSS WAS TAKING HIS KIDS. OH YEAH? ARE YOU ONE OF HIS KIDS NOW? My sister let it slip that my parents had known about for more than a week. Not only am I outraged, I'm down right hurt.
I told my mom that I hope she enjoys the game and that she thinks about me every second she's there cause she looked so guilty. No wonder she didn't care that Raul and I were spending the night at Danny's together. Fuck, it must have been the guilt talking.
Fuck man, this year has gone out with a bang.
I was at work and it was going ok, kinda slow... but ya know... it's work. I was going to lunch around 12:15/12:30 and I'm walking across the parking lot and I look over and I see these 2 people arguing. I'm like... oh it's Wal-Mart... a domestic... I slow down and I squint as I see this lady pounding on the door of this tan lincoln town car and I'm like, oh great this guy's going to ditch this lady in the parking lot... But I was trying to get out of the cold and I think, ya know if she's there when I get back I'll check in with her and see if she's alright. I keep walking and I hear this 'pop' and I freeze cause my brain doesn't quite register what it is even if my ears do.
I go and I eat and I head back and I see about 6 tow trucks, an ambulance, a firetruck, and about 3 cop cars. I'm just like... omg what happened? I unconciously start walking towards them when I see the car with a white sheet over the windshield and side windows. I see the same lady wrapped in a blanket sobbing and it hits me. The guy in the car shot himself. SHOT. HIMSELF. The car was no more than 50 ft from my own and in plain view of our store, where children were. CHILDREN! I suddenly just felt sick and all I wanted to do was have Raul come into work so I could hug him and just.... make myself feel better.
I walk in from lunch and I'm like, in shock. My manager had just seen the cops pull up and I'm just like... I'm going to just... go on autopilot... So that was work....
I come home after picking up some bubbly for tonight and my parents are acting weird. I'm like, where are you guys? My parents were getting ready to go out, which they never do. My mom pops her head out of the bathroom and she tells me that she and my dad are going to the Rockets game.... The Rockets game I've been asking to go to for at least 5 months. The last match up with Dallas for the rest of the season until playoffs. THE ROCKETS GAME MY MOM LIED AND TOLD ME SHE COULDN'T GET TICKETS BECAUSE HER BOSS WAS TAKING HIS KIDS. OH YEAH? ARE YOU ONE OF HIS KIDS NOW? My sister let it slip that my parents had known about for more than a week. Not only am I outraged, I'm down right hurt.
I told my mom that I hope she enjoys the game and that she thinks about me every second she's there cause she looked so guilty. No wonder she didn't care that Raul and I were spending the night at Danny's together. Fuck, it must have been the guilt talking.
Fuck man, this year has gone out with a bang.