Tuesday, June 8, 2004 – 2:12 am

The Lack of the Rings

A coworker lost his wedding ring playing softball today. I felt horrible for him and I didn’t know what to do. I felt like crap, but I felt even worse when I thought about how he was going to have to tell his wife that he lost the symbol of his marriage vows. I ended up not only purchasing $150 of equipment (2 metal detectors, flashlights, batteries) but I stayed with him until after midnight, when we finally gave up and decided to head for home

I guess I don’t know what else we could have done. I hate the fact that after four hours of searching, all I found was a penny and a bottlecap. It’s just not fair, is it? I guess it’s made even worse by the fact that now I probably won’t make it into work today, seeing as I barely got home and had something to eat before watching the clock strike 2am. But what was I supposed to do?

Then I wondered what happened to the rest of the team. A few people stayed around, and some even came back later on, which was great. Most people were gone within 15 minutes. I wonder what was so important that they couldn’t help us search for the ring. I know my evening involved sitting on the couch feeling sorry for myself, and that I was quite happy to put on hold – even if only for one night. At least there’s someone out there who’s got it comparably bad. Maybe.

Was it worth it? The last ounce of strength I had left to look for a needle in a haystack? Yes. And even knowing in advance that my searching would come up empty, I’d do it all again. Why, you ask? I suppose I blame my parents for raising me with integrity, because my boss isn’t going to understand “integrity” when I call in sick tomorrow.

(Look at me…blabbing on about how bad things are again. When are the HAPPY posts coming?)

Mood: FUCKING Tired.