Times are changing.. we use to care.. ONCE UPON A TIME..

Years ago,







It was pretty normal for people to build lasting friendships at work. You spend more hours awake with the people you work with than you do the people you do in your own home. You are more able to know them, speak daily, learn their likes and dislikes, and hell.. Learn to care about them as if they were a part of your natural heart. When they lost someone, a love, a family meber. You were there for them. Big business now days is not like that. You can work with someone every day and not know who they are. Most of us now don't even chance knowing someone out side of work anymore. We keep our little problems and issues hidden so well that people would really be shocked to see who we are or how we live outside of that shared uniform we all put on before we rush to the world of coworkers.


I admit to being like that. I am sure if some of the people I work with knew the real me they would be shocked to say the least. And to date, only 3 people that I have worked with in 11 years have been invited to my home. So yes.. I am as guilty of it as others are. Sometimes though, You get lucky and someone touches your heart and you build a kinship with them. They become a part of your little inside world. David is that to me, wee talk, share and have a deep friendship. We have gotten so good at it, that we can look at each other and instantly read the other one. I like it..


He came into my dept the other day, and instantly i knew something was wrong. I asked him if he was feeling well, he said no he didn't sleep at all the night before, I ask him if he wants to talk, he says no.. But he just stands there looking so lost. I grab his hand and pull him into the cooler, I turn to look at him and his yes are swelling with tears.. I instantly hold him in my arms and he starts to cry, I was shocked, I was so shocked, I had never seen him cry. As he sobbed he told me that they had been visited the day before by the dept of defense. David's Brother was killed in Iraq. He wont be coming home to the family who needs and loves him. He won't be coming back the way he left. and I knew instantly it was killing David. My heart shattered right then and there. I held onto David tighter and let him get it out, once he stopped crying I went to get hm tissues and told him to stay in the cooler til he was composed. I lied for him, Told him I would tell him that he was in the rest room. I thought it was pretty pathetic that I had to lie, that a man could not greive and release simply because he was at work. Were not humans at work anymore, were not real. Were just subhumans to them, and that sucks ass, because the wetness on the shoulder of my uniform was VERY REAL and VERY HUMAN!!


I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't wish to surround my life with people to whom I can no react.. I don't want to be clocked while I just stand by and see my friends hurt.. it isn't right.. we are meant to be more caring than this...

Aren't we?