horus73

Hello again,

Well, my Thanksgiving was ok, but not great. I hate to say it, but I just didn't get into this year. It was a hard one for me, for a few reasons. None of which I'll go in to, but if you've read previous journal entries, you'll probably guess why. And I don't want to dwell on it, so that's all I'll say about that.

Wednesday at work sucked major donkey balls. I hate working the day before I holiday, and the day after for that matter-and yeah, fucking shit I have to work today.

But here's a breif story, as weird as it is, that cheered me up a bit. Mind you, it may sound a bit sadistic or twisted that this story cheered me up-I just hope you find the humor in it.

So I'm sitting at the desk(as I often do, as I have jack fucking shit to do most of the time), and an elderly worker(Dave) comes down from his area, and starts to tell me something a bit disturbing.

Dave: Hey, i don't feel so good, I feel like shit really-I done thrown up twice on my floor already tonight.

Me: Well, if you have to go home, I can't stop you...but you may get a write up, as it's the day before a holiday and all.

Dave: I don't want to leave, I just wanted to tell you...is it ok if I go outside for some air or something.

Me: Yeah, go ahead and get some air-let me know if you have to leave...I don't want to make you stay.

Dave: Well, I just wanted to tell you, so I don't get in any trouble or anything...

Me: It's no problem Dave, just let me know what you want to do...

Dave: The other reason why I came down here is, see...

Me: What?

Dave: Well, when I got sick this last time, I threw up so hard, that my top dentures came flying out of my mouth...

Me: What? Are they broken?

Dave: Don't know, I can't find em', I lost them around the beginning of the line, you know, when I was throwing up.

Me: Are they in the trash can then?

Dave: No, they bounced off the side, and I think they fell downstairs here.

INTERUPTION to the story. Each floor has 'bays', these bays are racking that products go down-a series of rollers and whatnot, so essentially, the bottom of these bays are open to the floor below it, with only the rollers there to stop anything from falling through. Mind you, the rollers can be 12 inches apart, so a lot of shit can fall through-Dave was explaining to me that his dentures basically flew throuw these set of rollers, down to the bottom floor.

Me: I see, so they may be on L1?

Dave: Yeah, I think they must hve fallen through on top of some product down here.

Me: Well, I'll go look for them Dave...just go get some air.

Dave: You gotta tell the pickers down here to lok for em', so they don't get thrown out by mistake or anything.

Me: I will Dave, just go get some air, and I hope you feel better.

Dave: Thanks Chris, let me know if you find them.

Me: Will do.

So, I go down the line, and tell everyone on L1(the suspected floor), to be on the look out for a set of upper dentures-and that if they find them, to please bring them to my desk.

Needless to say, they all a bit dumbfounded. I didn't explain who had lost them, as I didn't want to embarrass the guy, but man-you should have seen the looks I got.

I start walking the tops of their racking, and start to dig through all the boxes visible, but with no luck.

No one ever turned the dentures in either. And I feel bad for the guy, as I know those things canbe very expensive. But, I guess I had to chuckle to myself a little. I mean, I don't think I've ever been asked to look for dentures before. I didn't even know this guy Dave had dentures...

Ah fuck, I'm leaving....