so i got home today, still fucking pissed with the immature pricks at work and my dad comes and tell me that one of his workers died today when one of the poles dropped on the worker's head. if im not wrong, the poor guy died instantly. i think daddy's feeling awful right now. think my dad's feeling guilty for not being careful enough to ensure his workers' safety and that the poor guy is only 25 years old. hes a bangla. its sad la, all these banglas come all the way frm bangla and then because of some accident, they die. damn sad la. daddy said the damage was so bad, the guy's face was all cracked and you could barely see his nose. oh my. sigh. poor bangla. poor daddy. life's a bitch.