I had a friend that I don’t think many of you knew about; a lady named Anna whom I worked with at BJC. She was the secretary to the radiologists, a bright, funny, bubbly blonde whom I traded jokes and links with by email… most of the “Tangent Light Link-o-rama” was material that I’d traded with her.

Anyways, just a few months after I was fired from my job at BJC, she was also dismissed from her job with WashU. Her story was similar to mine… personality conflict with a supervisor (layman’s terms, her boss decided she didn’t like her, and began looking for an excuse to fire her). Anna took it pretty hard, and unfortunately sank into a period of depression and heavy drinking that she never quite rebounded from. She spent several periods in rehab, but every time she’d return home she’d start drinking again and not eating right, and it finally cost her life.

Anna died Tuesday, Oct 2nd, the day before her 49th birthday.

I wish there was more that I could have done to help her… I wish there was someone I could easily assign blame to… I wish… I wish my friend was still alive, goddamn it.

Good night, AnnaBanana… I’ll miss you.