It's half past midnight on February 26, 2020. I want to post this while it is fresh my memory.
I punched out for lunch and heard "Code White." That's our store's code for an injury. I've heard and even witnessed dozens of them but they were never that serious.
On my way out the store, I saw the customer at the register, on her back, covering her face. I didn't know what was happening, only that one of the ASMs was directing a customer host to go outside and make sure the ambulance had a clear path to the store and that the technicians good get in.
I don't have any medical training or first aid knowledge and I'm a strong believer in giving help or giving privacy, so I went to eat lunch. A few hours later, I'm making a light joke or two about our store going for some trifecta, since the previous night had its own drama involving an intoxicated freight associate being fired and having to be escorted out of the building, then arrested for harassing people in the parking lot.
Then I punched out and one of the front end supervisors told me the details I didn't see. I won't go into a lot of detail about the symptoms the woman was experiencing. I only know that my town's hospital airlifts certain patients to a hospital in Albany, NY and according to the store co-manager who told the supervisor what she told me, the woman died on her way to the hospital.
I've spent the last few hours thinking of my own physical and mental health and how far behind I am on so many of my goals. It's been a real kick in the gut. I can only imagine how that person's family must feel. And I can only imagine how the cashier who witnessed this must be feeling.
What a day.
I punched out for lunch and heard "Code White." That's our store's code for an injury. I've heard and even witnessed dozens of them but they were never that serious.
On my way out the store, I saw the customer at the register, on her back, covering her face. I didn't know what was happening, only that one of the ASMs was directing a customer host to go outside and make sure the ambulance had a clear path to the store and that the technicians good get in.
I don't have any medical training or first aid knowledge and I'm a strong believer in giving help or giving privacy, so I went to eat lunch. A few hours later, I'm making a light joke or two about our store going for some trifecta, since the previous night had its own drama involving an intoxicated freight associate being fired and having to be escorted out of the building, then arrested for harassing people in the parking lot.
Then I punched out and one of the front end supervisors told me the details I didn't see. I won't go into a lot of detail about the symptoms the woman was experiencing. I only know that my town's hospital airlifts certain patients to a hospital in Albany, NY and according to the store co-manager who told the supervisor what she told me, the woman died on her way to the hospital.
I've spent the last few hours thinking of my own physical and mental health and how far behind I am on so many of my goals. It's been a real kick in the gut. I can only imagine how that person's family must feel. And I can only imagine how the cashier who witnessed this must be feeling.
What a day.
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