So a Mexican basically dropped dead right in front of me at work this past week. Her friend rushed to her side and found no breath and no pulse. That what when she went into full panic mode and since I was the only other person in the break room, she asked me to call 911 and then asked if I know CPR.
First off, I shrugged and went back to TikTok. It tracks then that I most certainly fid not make the call, leaving her to panic even more as she frantically dialed as if she were using her phone for the very first time. She lost all composure and self control. It was kind of cute to watch.
As it turns out, I am CPR trained and certified, just as I am in First Aid, AED and Narcan. The woman started crying and asked if I knew CPR. I told her, “Lady, I do know CPR, but I’ll be damned if I ever do it on a Mexican!”
That person did end up dying and I have slept like a baby. Turns out that she was Puerto Rican, which is actually a bit worse! No regrets, no remorse!
It took forever for the paramedics to arrive. Security is tight in the building, so it took a few seconds for the guards to get them through the door that’s right by the break room. Those seconds were quite awful for her. By this time, a few others rushed into the room, having heard all the fuss her friend was making.
By my count, she went without oxygen for a little more than eleven minutes. By then, it was too late to save her. The paramedics tried their best, but they’re best didn’t do. She was declared dead right there in the break room.
After they took her body out, her friend, still bitching and moaning, pointed at me angrily and said that I killed her. I stopped her and I said that I never touched her. Her friend whined, “that’s how he killed her. He refused to do CPR because he hates Mexicans!”
Well. She was absolutely correct about that! I admitted it and walked out of the break room, buzzing through the door that would lead me to another door that needed buzzing into. I went back to my desk and resumed my duties. I even put my earphones on and went back to my music.
An hour or so later, a meeting invitation popped up on my screen. A meeting with HR was scheduled for a couple of hours out. I shrugged it off, thinking that it’d be a quick interview and that I’d be back at my desk in short order.
Not so!
I was taken to a conference room. There sat the two HR people, the woman’s friend, my supervisor and a police detective. Gulp!
One of the HR reps laid out the accusations against me. Her friend pitifully jumped into the conversation, wailing that I killed her. The detective asked me if the accusation was true. I happily confirmed it was indeed true!
The other HR rep chimed in and asked whether or not it’s true that I refused to do CPR on the basis of her race, ethnicity or whatever. She then specifically asked if she had to die because she was Puerto Rican. I gleefully confirmed that.
Her friend was then dismissed from the room. The detective asked me to make a statement on the record. Right there, in front of the HR reps and my direct supervisor, I admitted to what I did, or rather didn’t do, and I confirmed that I thought she was Mexican, which was why I didn’t intervene.
I also said three little words to the detective: duty to rescue.
Under state law, I had no duty to rescue her. I am not a medical professional. I am not her spouse. I didn’t cause the medical emergency. The detective then told me that he knew I’d point to that law.
The detective then confirmed what I already knew: there was no criminal activity. Even given the fact that I denied emergence services based on her race, he said that there’s probably nothing that they can do. He said he’d prepare the report and the detective unit would sent it to the district attorney for possibly charges.
The detective got up and said that there was nothing more that he could do and he admitted that I’m unethical, racist, a bigot and a jerk, I will likely face no criminal liability. He then excused himself, walking away without me in handcuffs.
That left just the HR people, my supervisor and myself. My supervisor said that she doesn’t want a racist in her department and she certainly doesn’t want someone so cold-hearted as to let a person die in front of them.
That’s when the quiet HR rep spoke. She said that my employment was being terminated immediately. They called for a security guard who quickly showed up. While we waited, I was made to hand over my access badge.
Upon the guard’s arrival, I was escorted to my desk to gather my things and I was then led to my locker where I stored beverages, charger cords, my backpack and my cell phone. At that point, no one in my department knew what happened because they had no cell phone to receive texts from co-workers on the other side of the building.
The building is so secure that phones must be locked away. But there is Slack and when I got to my desk, people were glaring and generally pissed off. I simply said, “no regrets, no remorse.” Why? Because legally, I did nothing wrong. Immoral and unethical? I don’t know. Maybe. But I don’t give a crap about that.
It’s been four days now with no visits from the police. My final paycheck arrives via direct deposit on Tuesday. I now have nothing to do but search for another job and blog my little heart out. It’s been interesting though. None of the news stations picked it up. Well, that’s not true. Apparently, someone tipped off the local NBC affiliate and a reporter emailed me for a quote.
I did not respond.
So, as of now, the general public in Albany knows nothing unless someone tells them. This bodes well for me as if it were on the news or whatever, there might be death threats or uninvited visits from enraged psychos.
Once this article is published, however, people in Albany will take notice. I get a ton of visitors every day who are from the general Albany area. All it takes is one idiot to post to Reddit and my life is on the line.
I’ve been there before because of what I’ve written in the past, and I am prepared for what’s about to happen.
If my safety were in jeopardy if I published this, why publish it? Because I’m bored and I’m not ashamed. I want the world to know just the kind of person that I am. I want them to know that I will cling to my principles.
I’ve lost my job over this. I was investigated for possible arrest. My wife thinks I’m a monster and left to “rethink our marriage.” That’s okay, because I now have the place to myself. She left her cat behind, leaving me to be responsible for not just my cat, but hers as well.
It’s just as well that she left. She’s too calm and too nice. I need a woman whose bite is worse than her bark. I want a woman with a bad attitude. I want a woman who never smiles or laughs. I want a woman who shares my disdain for Mexicans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans, black people, LGBT and Jews, to name just a few. I’ve had enough of two decades of having a “nice” wife.
I will probably be in danger from her family. I don’t know her personal story, nor do I care. She looked to be college age, so I don’t know if her parents are around and I don’t know if she had a husband or a kid. I guess we’ll soon see, but as of right now, none of her family or friends have paid me a visit.
And by the way, if she had a same-sex partner or a trans partner, then that’s another reason to refuse CPR in my book!
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Anyway, there you have it. I wish that I had the presence of mind to snap some pics. If I did, I would have included them in this article. For better or for worse, this is the kind of person I am. This is how I operate.
And again, no shame, no remorse.