Post by Morbid Angel on May 8, 2005 2:21:10 GMT
Well all this awaiting for the JWA to reopen has brought the boring...Last Night while talking to my friend about work (A hell that we both use to work at) he brought up a friend of ours that had died and the business we worked for totally fucked him over in death.
I promised you all the story behind how he died back after Christmas. This is not a roleplay, this is no fabrication of any kind...its true..and it still piss’s me off to think of it.
Joey was hired in June of 2004, I was his trainer and my job consisted of showing him around and teaching him his job for the next 30 days filling out paperwork and eventually deciding if he was going to be an asset to the company...my opinion was what made people keep their jobs or lose their jobs.
I am a cold person, my expressions and my emotions are very unpredictable my tone never changes unless to emphasize what I am saying or to mock something. My sense of humor has always been described as VERY dry and people can never tell if I am serious or joking..
After working next to Joey for about 3 weeks I let him go about his own and see what he learned, he was doing well for a guy in his first job and did about what I expected of him. He was not very talkative and I respected that..but it doesn’t mean I am not going to joke around! My boss who did the hiring and firing was right above me and he did my dirty work! My and Kevin never got along...I always thought of him to be more of a bastard than anything! He respected NO ONE and when it came to hiring and firing he would go outside proto call and just tell me who he was going to hack. He came to me in mid July and told me that Joey was not making his times and he was going to cut him if he did not improve in two weeks. Now I worked with Joey..I showed him everything I knew and I KNOW for damn sure that he was making his times. Regardless I tried to have Kevin back off and let me handle it. After working next to someone for a month and a half and after a while when he was more comfortable he started talking more and we became friends...not that I never trained anyone before I trained for almost 3 years but he was going to be my next Housing partner (Abandoned House Hunters). In the end of July I talked to him a little more about joining the group and he seemed interested...Mid Conversation I was called to the training room for a meeting and we were cut off before I received an answer...that was the last time I ever saw Joey alive again...
Normally in the evenings before dark I take a drive through the country to clear my head, relieve stress from work, bills and so on... Everything felt normal as I drove through an old country town listening to Nightwish (remember this distinctly because of a reason that will be explained later) I turned around and drove back (each trip is about an hour 45 to two hours) I drive by the same roads every time and I usually cut through this certain road....that night I did not....that road was the road that Joey lived on and as I drive by it...he was out of seeing range but he was heading for the 55 mph road on his peddle bicycle. 15 minutes later he would meet his maker! 15 MINUTES! He came to the 55mph road as turned to keep going and a man who was not paying attention struck him! Sending him and his bike reeling through the air and landing in the street. By the time ambulances and all were called to help I was already near home and figured it was a car wreck... He suffered from multiple broken bones and sever head trauma...the Doctors gave him a less than 35% chance of survival.
I went to work the next day and awaited to see if he was going to join the group..he was no where to be seen...I went looking for Kevin to see if he had fired him without me knowing! That’s when he told me about the accident. I blew it off as not a big deal..at the time I didn’t know of his odds and asked when he will return...Kevin replied “I don’t think he will be coming back”<br>Over the next two days I learned a lot about his condition and my work did nothing to deliver the info to the awaiting close nit team I was once apart of. I was the one who had to face the group and tell of his determinating health. I was the one who delivered the information that they were going to pull the plug right after 12noon on the 7 of August! One of his best friends planned to visit him in the hospital on his birthday...August 7.. I broke the news to her that they were going to let him go that after noon. Later I went to her and in front of the group apologized for my tone and my cold ass feelings....Kristen (Joeys best friend) came to me later that eve and told me that she understood that I have no real feelings that express sadness... then she used this as an example to get across to me. “You said that he was dead like you were talking about a battery in your cell phone” I understood where she came from..I was the wrong person for the job to deliver bad news...
The place in which I was employed did nothing! Where I come from the business is suppose to send flowers or at least a fucking card! They sent a get well card...after he was dead! Tasteful! At the funeral the only ones to represent the business were Me, Corena, Cecil, Debra, Avery, Kristen, and Loretta....and we did not represent our business...we were there for our friend!
A lot of people look at the story and don’t fully understand why I am angry at his death or why his death made me decide to destroy 3 years of hard work and determination.
For one...If I was to have taken the road I normally take to get home after a ride...I would have seen him and stopped for a second and talked...even a “What’s up Motherfucker!” would have made him slow down to yell back something..those seconds could have saved his life..if I did ask him to join the group he wouldn’t have been out riding and instead gathering a flashlight and getting ready....I feel that among a lot of things that happened...my mistake was the one that cost him his life...one turn could have saved his life...an extra 10 minutes on the road could have saved his life.
Nightwish...oddity of the entire situation...the song I downloaded off of WinMX was the Nightwish song “Dead To The World” it seemed to fit that occasions.
After the disgusting way the corporation treated his death I went on to protest it and called a lot of people I shouldn’t have and threw those fuckers in a shit storm! Not realizing that after their shit storm was over..mine would start...and when it came it came hard! And I kept getting written up for stupid shit...and I had no desire to work there after that..calling Kevin a Bastard to his face was my glory..then finally telling him to kiss my motherfucking ass...of corse the day came for me to get fired....and I knew it at 4AM and destroyed everything! I was deleting locations riding the clock and finally after 10 hours of setting them up.. I went into the office to get mine! And smiled in their faces and said “Fuck you..I quit!”<br>
Anyway.. The story...A man who died on his 18 birthday.... to a business I hate... He is a member of the Housing Team..forever!
I promised you all the story behind how he died back after Christmas. This is not a roleplay, this is no fabrication of any kind...its true..and it still piss’s me off to think of it.
Joey was hired in June of 2004, I was his trainer and my job consisted of showing him around and teaching him his job for the next 30 days filling out paperwork and eventually deciding if he was going to be an asset to the company...my opinion was what made people keep their jobs or lose their jobs.
I am a cold person, my expressions and my emotions are very unpredictable my tone never changes unless to emphasize what I am saying or to mock something. My sense of humor has always been described as VERY dry and people can never tell if I am serious or joking..
After working next to Joey for about 3 weeks I let him go about his own and see what he learned, he was doing well for a guy in his first job and did about what I expected of him. He was not very talkative and I respected that..but it doesn’t mean I am not going to joke around! My boss who did the hiring and firing was right above me and he did my dirty work! My and Kevin never got along...I always thought of him to be more of a bastard than anything! He respected NO ONE and when it came to hiring and firing he would go outside proto call and just tell me who he was going to hack. He came to me in mid July and told me that Joey was not making his times and he was going to cut him if he did not improve in two weeks. Now I worked with Joey..I showed him everything I knew and I KNOW for damn sure that he was making his times. Regardless I tried to have Kevin back off and let me handle it. After working next to someone for a month and a half and after a while when he was more comfortable he started talking more and we became friends...not that I never trained anyone before I trained for almost 3 years but he was going to be my next Housing partner (Abandoned House Hunters). In the end of July I talked to him a little more about joining the group and he seemed interested...Mid Conversation I was called to the training room for a meeting and we were cut off before I received an answer...that was the last time I ever saw Joey alive again...
Normally in the evenings before dark I take a drive through the country to clear my head, relieve stress from work, bills and so on... Everything felt normal as I drove through an old country town listening to Nightwish (remember this distinctly because of a reason that will be explained later) I turned around and drove back (each trip is about an hour 45 to two hours) I drive by the same roads every time and I usually cut through this certain road....that night I did not....that road was the road that Joey lived on and as I drive by it...he was out of seeing range but he was heading for the 55 mph road on his peddle bicycle. 15 minutes later he would meet his maker! 15 MINUTES! He came to the 55mph road as turned to keep going and a man who was not paying attention struck him! Sending him and his bike reeling through the air and landing in the street. By the time ambulances and all were called to help I was already near home and figured it was a car wreck... He suffered from multiple broken bones and sever head trauma...the Doctors gave him a less than 35% chance of survival.
I went to work the next day and awaited to see if he was going to join the group..he was no where to be seen...I went looking for Kevin to see if he had fired him without me knowing! That’s when he told me about the accident. I blew it off as not a big deal..at the time I didn’t know of his odds and asked when he will return...Kevin replied “I don’t think he will be coming back”<br>Over the next two days I learned a lot about his condition and my work did nothing to deliver the info to the awaiting close nit team I was once apart of. I was the one who had to face the group and tell of his determinating health. I was the one who delivered the information that they were going to pull the plug right after 12noon on the 7 of August! One of his best friends planned to visit him in the hospital on his birthday...August 7.. I broke the news to her that they were going to let him go that after noon. Later I went to her and in front of the group apologized for my tone and my cold ass feelings....Kristen (Joeys best friend) came to me later that eve and told me that she understood that I have no real feelings that express sadness... then she used this as an example to get across to me. “You said that he was dead like you were talking about a battery in your cell phone” I understood where she came from..I was the wrong person for the job to deliver bad news...
The place in which I was employed did nothing! Where I come from the business is suppose to send flowers or at least a fucking card! They sent a get well card...after he was dead! Tasteful! At the funeral the only ones to represent the business were Me, Corena, Cecil, Debra, Avery, Kristen, and Loretta....and we did not represent our business...we were there for our friend!
A lot of people look at the story and don’t fully understand why I am angry at his death or why his death made me decide to destroy 3 years of hard work and determination.
For one...If I was to have taken the road I normally take to get home after a ride...I would have seen him and stopped for a second and talked...even a “What’s up Motherfucker!” would have made him slow down to yell back something..those seconds could have saved his life..if I did ask him to join the group he wouldn’t have been out riding and instead gathering a flashlight and getting ready....I feel that among a lot of things that happened...my mistake was the one that cost him his life...one turn could have saved his life...an extra 10 minutes on the road could have saved his life.
Nightwish...oddity of the entire situation...the song I downloaded off of WinMX was the Nightwish song “Dead To The World” it seemed to fit that occasions.
After the disgusting way the corporation treated his death I went on to protest it and called a lot of people I shouldn’t have and threw those fuckers in a shit storm! Not realizing that after their shit storm was over..mine would start...and when it came it came hard! And I kept getting written up for stupid shit...and I had no desire to work there after that..calling Kevin a Bastard to his face was my glory..then finally telling him to kiss my motherfucking ass...of corse the day came for me to get fired....and I knew it at 4AM and destroyed everything! I was deleting locations riding the clock and finally after 10 hours of setting them up.. I went into the office to get mine! And smiled in their faces and said “Fuck you..I quit!”<br>
Anyway.. The story...A man who died on his 18 birthday.... to a business I hate... He is a member of the Housing Team..forever!
