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Seriously, I don't think that the Virginia Tech shootings put me in some kind of 'flashback' thing or post-traumatic stress, but I have been kind of gloomy the past week. On Friday Eor made a silly, sick little joke about the Edgewater shootings and it made me laugh and kind of ... woke me up about it. I've been trying to think how to write about it, because I feel I should, but at the same time I don't want anyone to think I'm fishing for sympathy or something, because that's not at all what I want to do with this. I just feel as though I should acknowledge something; an episode in my life, a certain way I feel, sometimes.
I didn't work at Edgewater, I worked for a company which 'partnered' with them, meaning their techs did a lot of the actual building of our computer systems, and certain of them spent a lot of time at our office. One guy, Dave, ran from the building immediately phoned to tell his co-worker, Robin, what was going on and try to locate some of the others who had been working at our office, to tell them not to go back to their office. I answered the phone, and Robin and I spent all afternoon after that answering the phone - for some reason everyone thought to call her to make lists of who anyone knew was alive. Another guy, Rob, couldn't be located, nobody had seen him after the shooting started, though they knew he'd been in the office. He was an obnoxious person, but I kind of liked him. A guy in my company who had been my manager, Tim, called and I think the first person he asked after was Rob. I had to comment that the day before he'd told me he wanted to punch Rob in the face, and he laughed and said yeah, that was still true, but he didn't want him shot.
You can get ten pages if you google Edgewater shootings, and I read a couple this morning out of curiosity, but the facts presented have nothing to do with my experience. I was completely peripheral to the whole thing, but on the day after Christmas I remember, and whenever something similar happens, or I think that it might, I can get a little upset. A month or so ago when that co-worker had an argument with the Supervisor and was escorted out of the building someone said she was afraid he would come back and shoot us all, because he's a gun collector. I didn't cry in front of her, but made it to a cubicle to cry to Mainertoo. It may have been a bad time of the month, too.
I'm so glad I have Eor to make me laugh about things. And I wish so badly that I could share the joke, but it wouldn't make any sense unless you knew a particular obscure song. The lyrics go "ice water, put out the fire!" and he substituted "Edgewater, please hold your fire!"
I didn't work at Edgewater, I worked for a company which 'partnered' with them, meaning their techs did a lot of the actual building of our computer systems, and certain of them spent a lot of time at our office. One guy, Dave, ran from the building immediately phoned to tell his co-worker, Robin, what was going on and try to locate some of the others who had been working at our office, to tell them not to go back to their office. I answered the phone, and Robin and I spent all afternoon after that answering the phone - for some reason everyone thought to call her to make lists of who anyone knew was alive. Another guy, Rob, couldn't be located, nobody had seen him after the shooting started, though they knew he'd been in the office. He was an obnoxious person, but I kind of liked him. A guy in my company who had been my manager, Tim, called and I think the first person he asked after was Rob. I had to comment that the day before he'd told me he wanted to punch Rob in the face, and he laughed and said yeah, that was still true, but he didn't want him shot.
You can get ten pages if you google Edgewater shootings, and I read a couple this morning out of curiosity, but the facts presented have nothing to do with my experience. I was completely peripheral to the whole thing, but on the day after Christmas I remember, and whenever something similar happens, or I think that it might, I can get a little upset. A month or so ago when that co-worker had an argument with the Supervisor and was escorted out of the building someone said she was afraid he would come back and shoot us all, because he's a gun collector. I didn't cry in front of her, but made it to a cubicle to cry to Mainertoo. It may have been a bad time of the month, too.
I'm so glad I have Eor to make me laugh about things. And I wish so badly that I could share the joke, but it wouldn't make any sense unless you knew a particular obscure song. The lyrics go "ice water, put out the fire!" and he substituted "Edgewater, please hold your fire!"
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