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Earlier this week, someone died at work. Not just "One off my co-workers from work died," but "One of my co-workers fell over dead inside the building and his body was rolled right past my desk." I have no concrete thoughts on this, just mild shock that a man--a man who was only in his 40s--could be talking with people one moment, on the floor a few moments later, and dead inside minutes. The people he had been talking to were walking away when they heard a thud.
And that was all.
I think it was cardiac arrest--that's what my boss said, anyway (and my boss sat right next to him--urgh). It's not, I suppose, impossible. His weight may or may not have played into it; he was definitely what I would call a 'very large man'. I was asked to the funeral (we're part of the same department, nominally), but as I only knew him to wave goodnight at him, I don't think I shall.
Rest in peace, Steve.
More random:
I've been writing a bunch of little stories at work when I'm bored. I think I might revive my other LJ and post them there. Some of them are WoW fics, others are from my personal fantasy world. We'll see. I might just be lazy and post them here, who knows?
I've been tempted to see if I can't dig myself into some e-mail based RP somewhere. See above mention of boredom at work. I don't RP as much as I like right now, because my RP guild in WoW is dying and my main RP partner quit the game. Without tying up story lines. BLARGH. I RP very little outside WoW these days, and mostly with Josh. I guess I should fix that, huh?
Speaking of the boytoy, he and I are doing well, even if I continue to fight the urge to stab his mother. Viciously. With a spork. Until she dies. Plan GTFO to hurry up, imo.
After Plan GTFO is done, I have Plan Get Beau Back to get taken care of.
Somewhere in there I also need to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my life.
Yup.
And that was all.
I think it was cardiac arrest--that's what my boss said, anyway (and my boss sat right next to him--urgh). It's not, I suppose, impossible. His weight may or may not have played into it; he was definitely what I would call a 'very large man'. I was asked to the funeral (we're part of the same department, nominally), but as I only knew him to wave goodnight at him, I don't think I shall.
Rest in peace, Steve.
More random:
I've been writing a bunch of little stories at work when I'm bored. I think I might revive my other LJ and post them there. Some of them are WoW fics, others are from my personal fantasy world. We'll see. I might just be lazy and post them here, who knows?
I've been tempted to see if I can't dig myself into some e-mail based RP somewhere. See above mention of boredom at work. I don't RP as much as I like right now, because my RP guild in WoW is dying and my main RP partner quit the game. Without tying up story lines. BLARGH. I RP very little outside WoW these days, and mostly with Josh. I guess I should fix that, huh?
Speaking of the boytoy, he and I are doing well, even if I continue to fight the urge to stab his mother. Viciously. With a spork. Until she dies. Plan GTFO to hurry up, imo.
After Plan GTFO is done, I have Plan Get Beau Back to get taken care of.
Somewhere in there I also need to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with my life.
Yup.