So, I found out today that The Janitor Guy who I have mentioned in a post from last year has passed away. He worked where I did for Work Experience and even though I didn't know him that well, I can't help but feel quite sad. I did talk to him a little bit during Work Experience and I did see him a couple of times afterwards, but I really regret not getting to know him. Because even though he was quite strange and at times, did scare me a bit- he was a really nice and friendly guy. I feel guilty for all the times I laughed about him and talked about him behind his back.
What makes me really mad though, was the fact that when he died, the people at The Station didn't know for a WEEK. They only noticed after they realised he hadn't turned up for work for a while, it sickens me to know that they didn't even care about him. They discovered him in his house. It makes you think though doesn't it? I heard that he didn't have much family around here, and perhaps not a lot of friends either, which makes me feel even worse.
I really wish I knew his name, instead of just refering to him as 'The Janitor Guy' I remember seeing him with a Whitesnake t-shirt on, which just happens to be one of my favourite bands ever. If only I approached him and talked to him about it, I heard he was a drummer in a band, which is really cool because I play the drums- albeit terribly.
I know this post sounds quite strange, I hardly knew the guy and I only ever saw him about 6 times. But he did make an impression on me. It's full of 'what ifs' and 'if onlys' but it makes you wonder what would have happened if I did actually talk to him, because I know that he was an interesting guy and I probably would have gotten along with him. I just needed to vent I guess.
R.I.P Janitor Guy- I will find out your name!
/Over-emotionalness and stupidness. |