Hey, Gord! Seriously, what the fuck?
I saw someone I used to work with in a parking lot at the local giant big box food center today. I couldn't get a really good handle on him because I was walking really fast and he was behind his dark blue SUV with his wife. They were both busy storing bags full of cereal and fruit and chicken and milk and gifts from Jesus and Santa, which I assume is what the the standard family unit is wont to do when they are alone in a silent moment together behind their SUV's together on a late December afternoon.
Anyway, I think it was Gord from my old Sykes job that I saw. I am pretty sure of it.
Gord was one of those "older guys" in the telemarketing mosh pits, full of college kids that don't give a fuck about anything. Gord just came in and did his job with the rest of us.
A few months after I was told to leave Sykes, I was told that "older guy" Gord was escorted out of the building by actual police men for possesion of child pornography. Child pornography! It was quite a shock to hear. It was in the newspapers. I mean, he seemed normal. He seemed okay.
After over one year of keeping him in my subconsious memories and distant thoughts, I saw him today, and at first I thought it couldn't be him, because how can a person accused of having such a fucked up thing as child porno on his title as a person still have an SUV and a wife supporting him enough to hand him the bags from the shopping cart?
Maybe I was wrong.
It's good to see that people get second chances after fucking up huge.
Gord, I wish you all the best and the best of luck for your future. Thanks for the story you told me about Denise Donlin sucking the dick of some member of a big rock band I can't remember right now, the music trivia about CHUM-FM, the awesome Lumburg imitation that made me scream "Oh my God, it's really Lumberg!" and the awesome (but most likely fake) story about the guy that got hit by the train while listening to Ozzy's "Crazy Train"...
Oh, and Gord; don't look at naked kids anymore, k? That's really messed up stuff. Thanks.
Anyway, I think it was Gord from my old Sykes job that I saw. I am pretty sure of it.
Gord was one of those "older guys" in the telemarketing mosh pits, full of college kids that don't give a fuck about anything. Gord just came in and did his job with the rest of us.
A few months after I was told to leave Sykes, I was told that "older guy" Gord was escorted out of the building by actual police men for possesion of child pornography. Child pornography! It was quite a shock to hear. It was in the newspapers. I mean, he seemed normal. He seemed okay.
After over one year of keeping him in my subconsious memories and distant thoughts, I saw him today, and at first I thought it couldn't be him, because how can a person accused of having such a fucked up thing as child porno on his title as a person still have an SUV and a wife supporting him enough to hand him the bags from the shopping cart?
Maybe I was wrong.
It's good to see that people get second chances after fucking up huge.
Gord, I wish you all the best and the best of luck for your future. Thanks for the story you told me about Denise Donlin sucking the dick of some member of a big rock band I can't remember right now, the music trivia about CHUM-FM, the awesome Lumburg imitation that made me scream "Oh my God, it's really Lumberg!" and the awesome (but most likely fake) story about the guy that got hit by the train while listening to Ozzy's "Crazy Train"...
Oh, and Gord; don't look at naked kids anymore, k? That's really messed up stuff. Thanks.
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