And now for something completely not-fun

[deathpixie]

My co-worker Sarah was just telling me how the back office staff used to grade families' reactions when they saw their loved ones in the identification room. With cards numbered 1-10. I just got a 9 - there was an industrial accident this afternoon where a welder was hit and killed by a falling metal plate. HIs defacto aife is English, out here without family, pregnant and with a two year old. She's devestated. And I have to say, there's few things harder in this world than to sit at your desk and pretend to type whilst a grief striken woman is keening just around the corner. Luckily his family was with her, holding her together since there was bugger all I could do.

I really hate this part.