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The pharmacist I worked with back at the first job I ever had, the guy who trained me and taught me to be awesome at work, just died.
He was in his 70s when we met, so I guess it wasn't unexpected.
Still, I feel devastated.
He saved my job.
I had been accused of stealing narcotics, and he backed me up and proved through precise record-keeping and watchdog tactics that it wasn't me.
We went to see Phantom of the Opera in the movie theater together, and would sing random bits of it to each other at work.
They told me he was kind of quiet and shy, but I didn't believe it because he was so completely open to me.
We had a blast together. He used to love to chase me around the department with a stapler and tally up his "shots" at the end of the shift.
Everyone was a little afraid of him (going back to the quiet and shy bit), but I wasn't.
They said they were afraid to flip him off.
So I told him I was giving him the finger with my mind.
They all expected him to murder me in my sleep after that, but he thought it was the funniest goddamn thing he'd ever heard and repeated it to anyone who would listen.
When I first started in that store, there was a running joke about the coveted green pen.
Everyone had one except the other pharmacist, and Frank intended to keep it that way.
The day we met, Frank offered me one of these beloved pens.
Everyone else said it had taken them months to earn that kind of respect from him, but I had earned it one day.
I just found that pen in a drawer the other day.
I think I'll hold on to it for a while.
He was in his 70s when we met, so I guess it wasn't unexpected.
Still, I feel devastated.
He saved my job.
I had been accused of stealing narcotics, and he backed me up and proved through precise record-keeping and watchdog tactics that it wasn't me.
We went to see Phantom of the Opera in the movie theater together, and would sing random bits of it to each other at work.
They told me he was kind of quiet and shy, but I didn't believe it because he was so completely open to me.
We had a blast together. He used to love to chase me around the department with a stapler and tally up his "shots" at the end of the shift.
Everyone was a little afraid of him (going back to the quiet and shy bit), but I wasn't.
They said they were afraid to flip him off.
So I told him I was giving him the finger with my mind.
They all expected him to murder me in my sleep after that, but he thought it was the funniest goddamn thing he'd ever heard and repeated it to anyone who would listen.
When I first started in that store, there was a running joke about the coveted green pen.
Everyone had one except the other pharmacist, and Frank intended to keep it that way.
The day we met, Frank offered me one of these beloved pens.
Everyone else said it had taken them months to earn that kind of respect from him, but I had earned it one day.
I just found that pen in a drawer the other day.
I think I'll hold on to it for a while.