I had a friend kill herself last night. I found out a few hours ago. I texted my boss what happened, that I needed tonight and tomorrow night off to drive down for the Visitation/Wake. I close a liquor store 6 nights a week. I texted 5 hours before my shift would start, and said I would call him as soon as I composed myself a bit more, but wanted to text now so he would know ASAP. I get a text back, “Sorry to hear that. But bring something back in writing from the funeral home.”
It’s been about an hour now, and that message is really sitting wrong with me. I’ve had to bury a lot of friends prematurely; I don’t like what’s being insinuated by my boss. And if he thinks I would lie about a friend’s suicide, why would he trust me to be in charge of a multi-million dollar liquor store every night?
Part of me wants to text back asking if he’d like me to text back a picture of her fucking body. Another wants to tell him to fuck off, and quit. The last part is scared to be unemployed.
Ugh. Sorry y’all. I’m not in a good place right now. I really fucking hate this world sometimes.