Jail!

So... went to my interview, got there early. Was standing at the information counter being ignored by the man behind the desk, he was on the phone and ignoring me to beat the band. His side of the conversation went like this: "Yeah, I got hit with it, had this last year, same thing. I've been feeling off for a week and this morning when I got up, whammo. I took some hydrocodone and that's the only way I made it to work this morning. " etc. I figured he must be talking to his mother... and sure enough, when he hung up, after about five minutes, as the line behind me was getting longer, he said, "Bye, mom, thanks."
This guy was in his late fifties or so and wasn't even going to acknowledge my presence but I went ahead and asked if I was in the right place anyway.
So he sent me back through a door and I had to push an intercom button and they told me to have a seat and wait.
I waited with two other people, and we all got a tour of the kitchen together. That's when they drop the news on ya, that the shifts are two a.m. to twelve p.m.
No one walked out so they went on with the interviews one on one.
I thought it went ok, and I was leaving the guard that escorted me out said "I thought that went well." Which gave me some hope.
Unfortunately I woke up feeling pretty sick; my roommate the nursing student gave me some daytime medicine for allergy, which she thinks it is.
Went to work after the interview and barely made it through... back started hurting and my head feels really thick.
Called my sponsor and she says our good friend F. is in the hospital.... her colon got twisted or something. F. has been in and out of consciousness all day.
At work, one of the servers got canned for a no-call no-show. She's been battling the crack pipe and drinking... and she didn't call until about one p.m.... she said, "I just woke up." I don't know what my boss said to her but he did say he's got a new girl coming tomorrow to interview.
*sigh*
I feel bad for R., I knew she was out smoking crack again and drinking. I hate that she's been coming to work with that shit in her system and frankly I don't know how she did it. I hate it for her. It's tough when you're hooked, I should know.
I don't know about crack, but I do know about booze, and all the lies you have to tell to get through the day somehow.
Poor R.; she's out of a job.
I'll be calling in sick if I don't feel better by later tonight, and I hate that, but I could barely finish my work today, and I was only there for four hours.
Found an ex-lover online after looking for years... last I'd heard of her she and her new partner had chucked their jobs and taken off in a trailer home across the country or some such. I'd found mention of her a couple years back but no contact info, this time I found contact info and called. We've been playing phone tag and I just got her e-mail address; but she says she is a slow typist and wants to talk on the phone so... when I go to my sister's to walk the dogs next Saturday I'll try to hook up with her then.
B. is a Polish Jew from Argentina. Her parents were in one of the concentration camps. They live in NYC now...
B. lives in Colorado. It certainly will be good to catch up with her, and find out where her travels have taken her. B.'s partner is an ex of D.'s, and I wonder if I can't find D. through B.'s partner. That would be good... I'm wondering what happened to D. and her son. It could be that D. went back to San Fran after college in Arizona.
Who knows.