Bad things happen to good people
I left work almost an hour early tonight because I got a call from Justin telling me that his apartment caught on fire and burnt down. He was so upset. Everything is gone and they have no insurance. Gizmo, the dog, barely survived. They think he made his way out the door after the firemen burst in, and then the neighbors found him cowering in a corner somewhere outside the building. Gizmo is a little sandy brown and white dog, and when they found him he was completely black and doesnt even look like the same dog. We went inside as soon as we could with flashlights to try and salvage whatever wasn't burnt to a crisp....we got some paperwork and a couple DVDs, and a couple pairs of shoes and a shirt or two, but that is about it. After about an hour of digging through things and walking through it all, your lungs and eyes start burning and your head starts to hurt a little, and it was pitch black anyway. We're gonna go back over tomorrow morning to see what else we can do. I feel so terrible. I wish there was more I could do. He doesn't deserve this at all.
We parted ways and hes going to his cousin's place for the night. He has no idea where he's gonna go, he doesnt even know where to start to get things back together. The Red Cross gave him 250 bucks to split between him and his two brothers for clothes and things like that. Im gonna get together a bunch of Michael's and my dad's clothes to give to them too. I'll probably be cooking him meals for the next week or so. I just wish there was more I could do.
Aside from all that nonsense....I got my housing assignment today, and got some newsletters about orientation and all the events that are gonna be going on for the welcome week thing...basically a lot of bar crawls, "football", socials, and trips to Morecambe Bay (which is supposed to be BEAUTIFUL).
I really need a shower. You should see me right now. I look like a black person. I'm filthy. It's sick.
We parted ways and hes going to his cousin's place for the night. He has no idea where he's gonna go, he doesnt even know where to start to get things back together. The Red Cross gave him 250 bucks to split between him and his two brothers for clothes and things like that. Im gonna get together a bunch of Michael's and my dad's clothes to give to them too. I'll probably be cooking him meals for the next week or so. I just wish there was more I could do.
Aside from all that nonsense....I got my housing assignment today, and got some newsletters about orientation and all the events that are gonna be going on for the welcome week thing...basically a lot of bar crawls, "football", socials, and trips to Morecambe Bay (which is supposed to be BEAUTIFUL).
I really need a shower. You should see me right now. I look like a black person. I'm filthy. It's sick.