August 30, 2010

  • It’s another fucking mathematicalbagpiper.

    So last night I wrote a post about a coworker who had lost his job then killed himself.

    I got into work this morning and the tone was very somber. We have a group meeting in the morning with all employees, then we break off into our little groups and have a group meeting. Our supervisor said that Ronnie had passed in the all employee meeting.

    At the end of our little group meeting, we had a moment of silence, and everyone was very sad. All morning long, none of us barely spoke unless it was work related. We were all upset. Bruce got in an hour late to work, and he was very pissed. He drove his forklift like a mad man. He was pissed at the company. HR came and talked to him, and he seemed calmer after that.

    Then it was about 9 in the morning and our supervisor got a phone call. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you fucking serious?” He said that to the other person about 20 times. We were standing there listening to him, wondering what was going on. Cody said the only reason he would react that way was if Ronnie was still alive.

    Well, it turns out that Cody was right. At about 7:30, Ronnie had walked into the temp agency and asked for work. The emotions following were a lot of “that’s fucked up,” and “you’re kidding!” Nope, we’re not kidding. We felt betrayed, and pissed. Bruce didn’t know that Ronnie was still alive. This morning, he seemed too upset to have lied like that. Then he was pissed when he learned that Ronnie wasn’t dead.

    At this point, Ronnie hadn’t answered any phone calls or text messages. Then around lunch, he texted Bruce and asked him why everyone thought he was dead. Apparently, Ronnie’s brother had found him in his room unresponsive and called Bruce telling him that he was dead. Well, Ronnie was unresponsive because he had drank too much and totally passed out.

    We still think there’s something weird about it, because wouldn’t the brother have called 911? Then when Ronnie awoke, he should have called Bruce and told him that he was okay. But no. And those of us who knew last night, couldn’t sleep. None of us fell asleep before midnight, and we kept waking up in the middle of the night. We were all very sad.

    We aren’t sure what truly happened, and I’m glad he’s not dead. But still, it’s very fucked up.

    Suicide is NOTHING to joke about.

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