My coworker died yesterday and it's giving me the worst existential feelings/thoughts. He didn't die of covid or from a work related accident, he just happened to be sick prior. We would always talk whenever we passed by each other at work so my brain is going through a weird processing that idk how to describe. He trained me when I was learning how to drive the big trucks. I hit another truck my first day and cried and he still let me come back the next day to continue my training lmao. He didn't have to stick his neck out for me like that.
He's lucky I liked him though cause he would always make lesbian jokes at me lmao. He was 55+ in age so he was what you would call "old school" and rough around the edges. One time I was sitting there in the lunch room texting on my phone and he walked by and was like "who you talking to? Your GIRLFRIENDDD? LOLLLL."
Everyone laughed even though it was not very creative but at least I could roll my eyes at him without him trying to argue with me lol. It was an odd work dynamic.
Rest in peace my old pal.
He's lucky I liked him though cause he would always make lesbian jokes at me lmao. He was 55+ in age so he was what you would call "old school" and rough around the edges. One time I was sitting there in the lunch room texting on my phone and he walked by and was like "who you talking to? Your GIRLFRIENDDD? LOLLLL."
Rest in peace my old pal.