Sometimes this job really sucks.
Dad called me last night to let me know that a former colleague and old family friend died the other day. They both started their career with the same company 50 years ago and both moved their families to Dallas in the early sixties and the two families have been close ever since. The last time I saw John was at my mother's funeral in September. John's funeral was today and Dad was asked to be a pallbearer. I decided to go to represent the rest of our family.
But Christmas madness was in high form this morning and by the time I thought about the funeral it was one o'clock. I guess I could have walked out if I had remembered, but it would have left a number of customers and the store high and dry.
So now I'm angry as hell and feel sad and terrible. And sometimes this job really sucks.
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