my co-worker
Ok so... I work at Fetzer basketroom on the weekends. Now... I have a coworker who I would also called my friend named TJ. On this particular Sunday, TJ didn't come in on time. This is not unusual so I ignored it, thinking he'd be late as per usual.
Surprise, surprise TJ didn't show up. I was angry and then I got over it because I so much work to do and I didn't really need someone talking and distracting me.
So i'm in the basketroom today from 1 pm to 8 pm. At 6 pm TJ IMs me to apologize. Whatever. He says he's coming in and I say don't becaues work is over in 2 hrs. He insists and then logs off.
Ok so then its 7:30 and he hasn't showed up. As i'm folding the monstrous pile of towels that must be washed each weekend, the door slams, I look up, and there is TJ. He looks so rumpled.
"Jess... I've just been through hell. I just saw damnation.", he says.
So then he relates to me what little he can remember of last night. All he knows is that he went to a party on Graham St. and that there were bands and kegs and then he was in Carmichael. Apparently he slept in a hall in Carmichael and then went home. He wakes up this morning and can't stand up. When he does finally manage to gain the ability to move, he immediantly goes to his bathroom and throws up. Then on top of all this, he decides that getting high will make him feel better. So he proceeds to smoke.
That my friends, is how he came to me. Currently he's trying desperately to remember his social security number so he can write on his time card that he was at work for an hr (which sadly isn't even true).
Wow.... I need him to get his life right.
posted by Perfection1Day @ 7:30 PM
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