It really was. I would have been in grade 8ish around 13 years old. We were all getting drunk for a buddies birthday at the old water works. Found 78 year old Dorthea Burgort, I think I spelled her last name wrong, half way down the bluffs. She had dementia and had wandered away from the care home she was in. Girlfriend had a break down and her father came to get her. Like he didn’t hate me enough at that point. Then had an interview on the news wasted out of my head. Was quite the night.
Hummmm dead body’s seen too many to count over the years in my job and no I don’t work at a funeral home .
Yeah bud, some jobs just work out that way. I have seen my share of dead but mostly not personal. That woman I found was my first and pretty personal to me.
I remember my first also don’t know her name I’ve called her sparkle she got hit walking false teeth were sparkling all over the road .
Yeah, that’s a tough image brother. Shit stays with you.
Your mindset changes after 30 plus years of it , I see people that work in that all the time I was told years back don’t dwell on it . At the scene change the topic not nice to say but something humorous to get those there working to giggle does wonders to break the mental stress .
I know brother. When I first started working in the 3 hospitals I cover I was disgusted by the shit I would hear from folks in the background. I get the be the fly on the wall and constantly in every department from Emerg to OR. Took me a while to compute. It’s a horrible practice but the reality is that it’s completely necessary. It’s a coping mechanism. Those who don’t see can’t really understand. Folks have to numb up or they will break down. Some use humor, some just turn off their emotions, whatever get’s them through the shit they deal with. I have much respect for those people now
I’d forgot where you worked ya that a daily occurrence with you.
I just got years of car crashes farm and equipment accidents when I started our city fire didn’t have a jaws of life so the next best thing was a tow truck .
Then when they did get one I think they blew up 3/4 gas motors on the thing so it was hit and miss if it would get the job done for a couple years.
Agree gallows humour is a necessary coping mechanism.
For most things really.
Sounds like were in similar lines of work @ShiskaberrySavior. A couple decades of bad scenes and worse jokes trying to normalize things a bit.
This is why every time I refer to “Galleria Mall” to a staffer working in there as “A mall that slit it’s wrists and sat down in the full bathtub waiting to bleed out.” always brings a darkened-laugh.
Oh my! Been awhile since anyone mentioned the galleria! Grew up just down the street, and remember it being a dead mall for as long as I lived close by. Lots of flea market vibes. I always feel like it was overtaken by the revitalization (if you can call it that) of the Dufferin mall down the road.
When they were first doing the Dufferin mall revamp they changed their motto to “Dufferin Mall. Really.”
I always added a question mark to the end of the sentence and had a nice chuckle.
The only things I ever bought there were cider from the wine rack and McDonald’s from, well, McDonald’s.
Mcdonalds is gone at galleria. It’s a condo hole to be.
If you guys are eating at McDonald’s then we’re all family. I did like the Big Mac. The McRib.
You weren’t joking about future condo hole.
It’s horrible. SO MUCH DUST and there’s a Uranium factory down the street so I seriously never take my mask off in and around work anymore.
I prefer my uranium facilities to be family owned and operated. Like in port hope.
Ours just gets loaded in 53 ft van body’s trucked from out of the north through the city destined for the US they take all the yellow cake they can produce.