work shit
Man last night was something else, lemme tell you about it...
Started innocently enough, supervisor's away so us mice decided to play and put together a meal. I brought in BBQ baked beans (with pork meat), Owene brought potato salad, Helen brought coleslaw, Marie brought hamburger buns and Mark brought in pulled pork BBQ. Yes, good eats, so we pigged out at midnight. On our 30 minute break at 2:30 we were shooting the breeze, some were having awesome slices of lemon pound cake made by Wayne (someday he'll make a woman a good wife, the man cooks, does laundry, fixes stuff. His downfall? I can't keep his mouth shut). I was looking at my stopwatch and went and started getting my gear on, just finished putting on my apron and gloves (cotton/freezer gloves with nitrile gloves to finish) when Chad made a comment about Mark enjoying himself, I turned around to look at Mark, just in time to see him keel over and hit the floor....
I went over to him, while Pat is screeching "get him off the floor!" (note to self; find a way to kick her arse someday), I talked to Mark, asked him if he felt like he needed up or rather stay down, he let me know he wanted to try and get up, so I grabbed him under the right armpit and started, out of my right popped in Owene and grabed his left side and we hauled up to his feet, he was a tad unstable so I held on and told Owene to pull a chair and we got him seated.
So then he started to try and get of his smock (now covered in BBQ) so I took it off him and went off and got him a new clean one, in the meantime Helen and Owene are cleaning the floor...
Got back with his coat, it's past 3 am now and we are to get back to work, Mark is still dizzy but trying to get up, I pushed him back down to his chair and told him not to worry about the dead chickens, someone would take his place, stay until you feel like you can make it.
The rest of us go back on the line, and I didnt get any less tense until 15 minutes later, when Mark made it back on the line.
Me and Mark went on break together at 4:30am and he told me that what happened, from his point of view was the following.
He came and got him another plate of BBQ and beans and just had a mouth full when he saw Chad smile at him, then, he said, it was like somebody had set fire to a picture, the edges went light until there was nothing, next thing was he was on the floor and me talking to him, getting him up.
Mark has a heart condition, this is a known fact to us all. He has like 15 stents in, because his veins keep collapsing. He is seeing his cardiologist ASAP, he said he hates it, but he might have to go staight to the ER, because otherwise the insurance won't cover anything.
Still mad at Pat, thou, not only did she not lend a hand at anything, but she went out to tell Mary ( who was outside the office, smoking) that Mark had passed out. I mean, the rest of the guys didn't interfere, but they were all nailed in place and I know if I had called for help they would have jumped in. For her this was a Gossip event. Fucking bitch.
Guess this would be scary shit I don't need at 3am?
Anyone who can spare a prayer/healing candle for Mark Spear, please do.
Started innocently enough, supervisor's away so us mice decided to play and put together a meal. I brought in BBQ baked beans (with pork meat), Owene brought potato salad, Helen brought coleslaw, Marie brought hamburger buns and Mark brought in pulled pork BBQ. Yes, good eats, so we pigged out at midnight. On our 30 minute break at 2:30 we were shooting the breeze, some were having awesome slices of lemon pound cake made by Wayne (someday he'll make a woman a good wife, the man cooks, does laundry, fixes stuff. His downfall? I can't keep his mouth shut). I was looking at my stopwatch and went and started getting my gear on, just finished putting on my apron and gloves (cotton/freezer gloves with nitrile gloves to finish) when Chad made a comment about Mark enjoying himself, I turned around to look at Mark, just in time to see him keel over and hit the floor....
I went over to him, while Pat is screeching "get him off the floor!" (note to self; find a way to kick her arse someday), I talked to Mark, asked him if he felt like he needed up or rather stay down, he let me know he wanted to try and get up, so I grabbed him under the right armpit and started, out of my right popped in Owene and grabed his left side and we hauled up to his feet, he was a tad unstable so I held on and told Owene to pull a chair and we got him seated.
So then he started to try and get of his smock (now covered in BBQ) so I took it off him and went off and got him a new clean one, in the meantime Helen and Owene are cleaning the floor...
Got back with his coat, it's past 3 am now and we are to get back to work, Mark is still dizzy but trying to get up, I pushed him back down to his chair and told him not to worry about the dead chickens, someone would take his place, stay until you feel like you can make it.
The rest of us go back on the line, and I didnt get any less tense until 15 minutes later, when Mark made it back on the line.
Me and Mark went on break together at 4:30am and he told me that what happened, from his point of view was the following.
He came and got him another plate of BBQ and beans and just had a mouth full when he saw Chad smile at him, then, he said, it was like somebody had set fire to a picture, the edges went light until there was nothing, next thing was he was on the floor and me talking to him, getting him up.
Mark has a heart condition, this is a known fact to us all. He has like 15 stents in, because his veins keep collapsing. He is seeing his cardiologist ASAP, he said he hates it, but he might have to go staight to the ER, because otherwise the insurance won't cover anything.
Still mad at Pat, thou, not only did she not lend a hand at anything, but she went out to tell Mary ( who was outside the office, smoking) that Mark had passed out. I mean, the rest of the guys didn't interfere, but they were all nailed in place and I know if I had called for help they would have jumped in. For her this was a Gossip event. Fucking bitch.
Guess this would be scary shit I don't need at 3am?
Anyone who can spare a prayer/healing candle for Mark Spear, please do.