So, I bounced into work today in a good mood, because the sun was out, the birds were singing, the torture of my Japanese Culture class was almost at an end, and so on. And then I hear my boss hang up the phone with an "Oh no!" I asked her what was the matter. It couldn't be that bad. Nothing could be that bad on this wonderful, glorious day. But, oh. Oh, how I was wrong.
It seems that a little while ago, a nice old man had phoned the bookstore to order his granddaughter a hoodie. She had just received her acceptance letter in the mail. He didn't have a credit card though, but we could do a special money order for him. The money order never came, and we forgot all about it. Until we got the message that he had passed away. And his family wanted to finish the order, so his granddaughter could get the last thing her grandfather had ever wanted for her. And, since I was the minion, it was up to me to phone the grieving family and get the ordering info without blurting out "THIS IS THE SADDEST THING I HAVE HEARD ALL WEEK. SERIOUSLY." over and over again. I did it, but it was horrifying.
Oh, and the reason we never got the money order was because he had mailed the envelope without a stamp on it. Oh dear. My life has become an Onion article, in some abstract way.
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