Friday, July 07, 2006

death and jobs and packing

I find it disturbing how quickly all signs of an accident can be cleared from our roadways, leaving no evidence that something tragic just happened.

This morning there was a really horrible (from what I heard) traffic accident on Bird Key, about 2 blocks (or less) from us. Traffic was backed up for hours, there were 2 or 3 fire engines and something like 10 cop cars. No one could come into or get out of Bird Key for quite a while, apparently. I didn't see it, but I heard things like "There's no way the guy in that truck survived" and "You could see blood dripping from the truck." Gross.

Yet, a few hours later (admittedly, more like 6 hours later), on my way home from work, I could not discern a single clue that there had been a fatal accident there earlier this afternoon. I'm not sure why that that bothers me, but it does. It's probably related to what Erin and I were talking about yesterday--being scared that no one will notice when you die. She's convinced that one our members is really dead, and we just don't know. Which is actually quite possible, seeing as how she lives in Wisconson (or Illinois...somewhere in the Midwest) for half the year. If members' families don't tell us they passed, we usually only know from the obits, which we check daily for familiar names. It's really rather morbid, but you have to consider the fact that we probably average 2 deaths per month. When I first started, it didn't bother me, because I didn't know any of the members that died. I didn't know as many members, and many of those that died were unable to travel to the club close to their death, so there's no way I could've known them. Since January, however, members that I know have started passing away. It's weird for me to encounter so much death, seeing as how I've really never dealt with death. I mean that no one that I am very close to has ever passed away, so death is really freaky for me.

Which is probably why I'm harping on this.

Oh, well, enough about death.

I'm sick of my job. I've once again let myself be taken advantage of, but that's okay. I think I'm appreciated, at least. Sandra has figured out that if she annoys me about something long enough, I'll stop saying 'I don't know' and will figure out how to do what she wants, or figure out the information she wants. It's a no-win situation for me. Oh well. 2 weeks left. Plus one day. That should be easy enough.

God I still have so much to do though. Rooms to clean, boxes to pack, forms to fill out. Grr. I really need to go buy shipping supplies, since I need to pack all my stuff to be shipped from Orlando to New York. Must do. Soon. Tomorrow.

But for now, I need to shower and clean. My room has reached the point of clutter where I can't move around, and that's always an issue. I washed ALL my clothes in Orlando, which I NEVER do, so I don't know how I'm going to get them all to fit. That's okay, if they don't fit, I'll just get rid of more of them.

2 comments:

noell said...

members of what?

i hate packing too... that's why i do everything at the last minute... so i'll be thinking happy packing thoughts of peace and serenity and anxiety-free-ness for you...

love ya!

Sydney said...

Eh, members of the yacht club.

Thanks for the serenity thoughts...I'm sure I'll need them!