Many years ago, working for a very important lumber group in my country, one Friday afternoon, all of us who worked there were notified that we had to work the weekend that was about to begin because there would be a special workday.
Complaints were not long in coming and I was one of those who complained because I was off work that weekend and had plans to go out with the family. I had promised my children that I would take them to a very nice inn by the beach.
My argument was that since I was from the computer department, it was not necessary for my entire team to be present, that only the person on duty was enough. But the senior management was strict and said that all the staff was required in all positions.
I came home with the bad news for the kids and saw their disappointed faces; that made me very sad. I talked to my wife and asked her to explain that the following weekend I would take them to the beach.
It was dawn and the sun looked timid as if it lacked battery, the clouds did not allow the sun's rays to illuminate as usual and the morning was very cold.
I got ready to go to work, said goodbye to the family, and boarded my vehicle to go to the company in a mood like the weather in the morning; totally cold, with no desire for anything.
On the way, I was thinking that, perhaps, this call to work on the weekend was like a message given by the universe because it seemed to be a rainy weekend. That had been said on the news, but since that information is never accurate, I didn't give it any importance. But on my way to work, I thought that this time they were right and so I should not go to the beach.
When I arrived at the offices, I found an unpleasant atmosphere, everyone looked like me, with long faces, discouraged, and seemed to be moving in slow motion. The retail area had not opened and I thought that possible when it did, I would feel a change, but that did not happen.
Normally, when the doors are opened for customers, there are always a large number of them there to make their purchases of our products, but this time, there was no one there. We had never seen anything like this before. That day was going to be a long day; it was everyone's idea.
An hour later, the first customer arrived and minutes later more began to arrive. This was a good thing because, with the sales movement, it would spread to the other departments and the activities would become more enjoyable and the day would not be so boring.
While I was in my office, on the second floor, the accountant came up to me and told me that they were stealing on the lower floor, in the sales department, right at the cashier's desk, and from everyone present.
Since I had access to the security cameras, I immediately looked for that area on the monitor indeed an armed robbery was taking place, and as far as I could see there were more than four individuals. I called the security guys and they were already aware and were preparing for an offensive.
The accountant took his cell phone and proceeded to call the police and suddenly we all thought that the criminals might come up to our offices; fear was running high.
I proceeded to block access to the data department and hid my wallet and cell phone; I didn't want them stolen.
Many ran to the conference room, I never knew why they did that. Since I had a key to access the storerooms, I decided that I could sneak in and see what was going on. But I don't know what was wrong with my hand that I couldn't open the door, the key wouldn't turn and my impatience to get out was exaggerated. I had no choice but to go with the others; to the conference room.
As I had hidden my cell phone, I was incommunicado and that created a greater state of anxiety, the good part was that one of the girls did carry hers and was able to communicate with one of the secretaries on the first floor and she informed her that there was a shootout between the criminals and the security guys. The criminals fled and the security guys went after them. In the office, we heard the gunshots and in our minds, we could see dead and wounded people all over the store. Fortunately, no one in the company was hurt, but the criminals did not fare well, in their escape they collided with a police unit, and in the confrontation, they were killed.
I remember very well that in the conference room someone asked if blood smelled like shit. What a strange question. Of course, we all responded that that was an absurdity and asked him to give us an explanation for such an absurd question.
He replied that it seemed to him that I was hurt because I had a stain on my pants. I hadn't noticed and when I heard this person say that, I thought he was hurt, but he wasn't; he was pooped.
This was the worst thing that ever happened to me on a weekend, that was a disaster of a weekend.
Since I had had that accident, I had to leave and go home.
As I was on my way, I realized that the sun was in full splendor and that there was a chance to go to the beach with my children.
Upon arriving home, the children shouted with joy and immediately went to get their bathing suits and clothes to spend the night at the lodge.
I arrived and went to the bathroom to take a shower and take off my shitty clothes.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that everyone was angry, including my wife.
I asked them what had happened and the answer was that they were not going anywhere because the car smelled like shit.
My children never forgave me for that, and neither did my wife.
After that, I had to leave the company because I was the subject of jokes, mockery, and so on.
Definitely, blood doesn't smell, what smells is the...
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