A friend of mine (the cute guy who gave me the Hillary Duff tickets) is a bigwig at that plant in Texas City that exploded. He's been trying to get Zoe's dad a job .
When I first found out about the tragedy, I panicked for a second when I realized where the explosion was. I tried for over an hour to reach him, but his phone was either dead or a fast busy signal. He finally picked up and I said "B?" He just replied "I'm ok." I told him to call me whenever, but that I was praying for him and all his crew.
He rang me up today. Of the 15 dead, 11 were on his crew. He had spent most of the day taking families to go identify his dead crew. They had identified 8 already.
So when you think your job is sucking hard, at least you aren't taking co-workers families to the morgue to identify their remains.
I love you, B. I'm sorry.
Posted by debutaunt at March 24, 2005 09:09 PM