That time I thought my co-worker was dead

Last week I went into work on a Saturday and thought one of my co-workers was dead inside the building. 

Let me elaborate. 

When I pulled up, there were no cars in the parking lot, so I wasn't expecting anyone else to be there. I walked in, and the lights were on. They usually aren't on if no one is there, but every now and then they get left on, so that wasn't a huge deal. 

As I headed through the building to clock in, I noticed some of my co-worker's belongings on the table. That was strange, but I thought he must have forgotten to take his stuff home on Friday. Then I saw his Zelda purse hanging on the hook, and I knew he never would have left his Zelda purse (it's actually some kind of cross body bag and might not even be a Zelda bag - but in my mind, it's a Zelda purse, and whether or not he has a Zelda purse, he still loves Zelda). 

That was when I concluded that he never went home from work on Friday, and he could be dead in the building. I had Daisy and Zoe with me, and I told them to wait in the break room because I really thought I might find my co-worker dead (I didn't tell them that part - I just said, "Wait here for just a minute").

I walked around the corner and into the work area and found my co-worker... working. 

I jump scared a bit and said, "Oh my gosh, I thought you were dead!"

He smiled and nodded because he had his earbuds in, and he probably had no idea what I was saying. 

I retrieved my daughters and went about my business wondering why on earth was I so quick to assume he was dead rather than think he was just working?

That, my friends, is the key indicator that you've been watching too much Netflix. 

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Today, once again Saturday, I popped into work for a couple of hours, and my boss was there. The first thing she said to me was, “I’m not dead!”