So a friend of mine decided to give me a heart attack yesterday. I was eating dinner with him. Got up to go back to work. Not ten minutes later, a guy who works for me comes up out of breath telling me to call 911. There's a guy on the floor in the men's bathroom with a lot of blood coming out his head. So I do. When I get off I'm stressed and pissed that the guy on the other end is so damn calm - I know they train them like that but still! Apparently another guy called it in too, a guy with a cell AT the door to the bathroom. So I hang up and go in as I want to know if there's anything I can do and potentially who it is. Working EDR you see everyone. Well, under the stall wall, next to a quite sizable pool of blood is a very familiar arm in very familiar plaid. Cheryl and I at the same time cried out "It's JOSH!" and of course Josh has told me he suffers from epilepsy. Normally his seizures are so small that if you didn't know about them you wouldn't realize he'd just had one. I didn't until he pointed it out to me. Cheryl never knew at all. So I told the guy on the phone with 911. It was pertinent.
Emergency people arrive and I try to go back to work - nothing I can do anyhow. I'm stressed as hell all night and can barely sleep. I know they took him away in a stretcher but nothing else. I ask Avril - assistant location manager - to PLEASE let me know anything she hears. I also ask that of every security guard I know (since security and rangers use the same wave on the radio).
Today Location Manager Joe told me he'd been released and is on his way back home today. I saw him at dinner head firmly wrapped. Staples.... nine ish I think? Said he'd show me but he didn't want to remove the bandage. He was all good. Joking around as usual. We had to cancel our last-night-of-the-Bear-Pit date (last night the Inn's bar is open - Josh IS my drinking buddy after all). He promised to be up for a few beers after his staples were removed, so that's good. He's all casual and shit, I'm recovering from the heart attack he tried to give me.
Just another summer here in the Stone. One guy died about a week ago. Nice guy, knew him very briefly. Delivered something to the inn. Gas or something. Talked with him a few times last summer. Had a heart attack in his cab. Two - three? can't remember - bear attacks. Stupid tourists, I feel no sympathy. That's why you don't get between the cubs and the mom. That's why you turn back the FIRST time you see the bear, idiot!
A friend of mine actually accidentally HIT a bear with her car. Almost totaled the car, killed the bear. She did it by swerving to avoid hitting another bear. Crazy night on the road, I guess.
Yup. Just another summer in the Stone. Started snowing the other day, and now I've less than three weeks. I'm sooo ready to close this place down and head home, if only to visit.
Jackson Mountain Lodge and Spa haven't gotten back to me.
The other areas in Jackson do a job fair on November first. Chris tells me it's pretty simple and he's confident we'll both make it. I'm nervous about not having a FOR SURE job yet (which I coulda had if I'd stayed here and hadn't cared about actually BEING with Chris), and having no contact with Chris right now - for an unknown reason - is driving me literally mad.
Anyway. That's my rant and ramble. Things that frustrate me and such, I guess. Eh, life happens!
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