Damn you, Darren.
Keeping in mind, this is 6 minutes after I sit down at my desk in the morning:
-----Original Message-----
From: Karlie Balser
Sent: February 1, 2006 8:36 AM
To: Maryse Masse
Subject:
I think today is going to be bad
-----Original Message-----
From: Maryse Masse
Sent: February 1, 2006 8:37 AM
To: Karlie Balser
Subject: RE:
I KNOW today is going to be bad!
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...
At about 9:45 AM I received a voicemail from Sabrinas boss saying that they hadn't heard from her in a few days and that she had gone missing. Can you fucking beleive this guy? Imagine any of your parents getting a call of the sorts. They'd be fucking enraged to say the least. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that point in time but either way, my heart skipped several beats and my face just fucking fell right through the floor.
My initial move is go back to my desk and call him to see what in the fuck is up.
"Um, what do you mean she's MISSING?"
"Oh, she just called in and told me she was sick."
"Oh, well GOOD, cause I was fucking concerned."
After hanging up, I started thinking what would I do in the event that Sabrina would legitemately be missing. I think I would have torn the entire forest at The Forks (where she works) apart with my bare hands whether i'd be on my own for this or if I had organised a search party. I'd be out there the first possible second I got to try and find her.
FUCK.
This is the point where I decided that if I smoked, i'd need one real bad right now.
-----Original Message-----
From: Karlie Balser
Sent: February 1, 2006 8:36 AM
To: Maryse Masse
Subject:
I think today is going to be bad
-----Original Message-----
From: Maryse Masse
Sent: February 1, 2006 8:37 AM
To: Karlie Balser
Subject: RE:
I KNOW today is going to be bad!
...
...
At about 9:45 AM I received a voicemail from Sabrinas boss saying that they hadn't heard from her in a few days and that she had gone missing. Can you fucking beleive this guy? Imagine any of your parents getting a call of the sorts. They'd be fucking enraged to say the least. I don't know how to describe my feelings at that point in time but either way, my heart skipped several beats and my face just fucking fell right through the floor.
My initial move is go back to my desk and call him to see what in the fuck is up.
"Um, what do you mean she's MISSING?"
"Oh, she just called in and told me she was sick."
"Oh, well GOOD, cause I was fucking concerned."
After hanging up, I started thinking what would I do in the event that Sabrina would legitemately be missing. I think I would have torn the entire forest at The Forks (where she works) apart with my bare hands whether i'd be on my own for this or if I had organised a search party. I'd be out there the first possible second I got to try and find her.
FUCK.
This is the point where I decided that if I smoked, i'd need one real bad right now.