Originally published at: Wells Fargo worker dies at desk, goes unnoticed for 4 Days - Boing Boing
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Good ol’ thoughts and prayers… not just a useless substitute for action on gun violence anymore! Now they’re simping for corporate callousness and inaction, too!
I miss the days when interstate banking was not legal. Banks then couldn’t get big enough to send “thoughts and prayers” from HQ a third of a way across the country for some poor employee who died at their desk. Everyone knew everyone and we looked out for each other.
I wonder how many accounts the dead worker was signed up for over that weekend?
I bet they log those 4 days as unpaid vacation in her final paycheck.
Also, how is WF allowed to continue to exist.
By the time the ambulance arrived, 39 new accounts were opened in her name.
Did she die on a Friday, found on a Monday?
Horrible story either way, Mr. Grundy.
Well we now know that it takes 4 days of zero productive work before WF detects the lack of work.
Looking at a calendar, Aug 16 was a Friday and Aug 20 was a Tuesday.
Still, four days??? Nobody checked on her on Friday, nor does it appear that anybody checked on Monday?
Something just ain’t right with that place.
But what if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking,
and they sorta just don’t find you 'til your cubicle is reeking.
The consonants and vowels
The Consequence of Sounds
ETA: I’ve had this fear, and I’m sorry for her family and their loss.
Jesus Christ, this story is grim on so many levels. Dying at your desk. Not having anyone outside work miss you for four days. Not having anyone at work notice you’d been dead for four days. The corporate response. Etc.
it’s so awful
I worked the cubicle jungle for over 30 years, including late nights. Seen many a person sleeping not only in their cubicle, but in data closets, cafeterias, even by working machinery. I would have walked by this lady and not even said a word. It’s all part and parcel of soulless, late-stage capitalism.
Good news! Now you can die at home, while working! WFH is hell. I hate it.
Then I hope you don’t have to. I for one hope I never have to go to an office again. I just wish this woman had had someone who cared to check in on her sooner, either way.
Yeah, sometimes you end up making your own coffin, but at least that one didn’t have to be carved out of a gum tree log. That’s a good telling of a legend from the county were I grew up, even if it’s slightly different than the version I heard as a kid.
Red Neil McNeil wasn’t dug up and reburied on the west bank of the Cape Fear River, there was a flood that washed his self-carved coffin over to the correct side. When local citizens opened it up and saw the huge skeleton with red hair, someone recognized who it was and then he was buried on the western shore.
That’s actually on my to-do list. But I’m not in a hurry.