spongy
Well-known member
Just using here to get some thoughts off my chest really.
I was driving to work early this morning on my usual route and saw a car parked half on the road and pavement at a funny angle and thought it a bit strange. When I drove passed I had a look in the window and saw it was a colleague of mine who lives close by. It looked like he was reading so I carried on.
I had a feeling something wasn't quite right so I turned around at the roundabout at the end of the road and pulled up next to him and tapped on his window but he didn't respond. I moved my car and ran up to his and opened his door. No response from him.
I started to panic and phoned an ambulance. The call handler told me to get him out of his car and lay him down and wait for the ambulance.
What seemed like hours but probably only a few minutes later the ambulance arrived and the 3 girls started cpr and tried to help him.
They worked on him for a good 20 minutes before loading him into the ambulance and on to hospital.
Whilst this was happening I had to go to his house and get his wife so she could go to hospital with him.
I went into work and told my boss. News reached us at 11.30 that he hadn't made it.
To top it all off I've had to run his machine today. All his stuff there, it's been horrible.
I've worked with him for nearly 7 years. Him and me were the two there all hours, working all the overtime to get things done.
He was in his 60's and considering retiring.
It's got me thinking a lot today. Although I'm "only" 38 we were quite similar. Work bloody hard to try and earn a living. Working 55-60 hours a week instead of 37.5. Every week.
It's OK earning money but I really need the overtime to have half a chance of having any kind of social life. I don't own my own house. Probably never will as me and the Mrs and stuck in the renting trap.
I've got a 2.5 year old daughter that I love with all heart. I ****ING die right now for her if it meant she had half a chance in this shitty world.
I don't see her at all during the week. I'm out to work before she's awake and home after she's in bed. I've always told myself it's just the way it is, I never really saw my,dad growing up in pretty much the same situation.
I'm currently studying for an HNC in engineering so I can get qualified and move up so I don't have to put,all,these hours in but I'm finding the long work days, busy weekends and late nights studying every day are beginning to take its toll on me both physically and mentally and my whole work/life balance is so screwed I woke up and got ready for work at 6.15 on Sunday.
What is life thing all about. Judging by today's events it seems you work ****ing hard and then die. And Im not going to leave a house for my daughter. My only pension is the work one which started 2 years ago so it looks like I'll be working til I die anyway.
Just what is the point of it all?
Sorry for this. Just needed to get it out.
RIP Graham. A lovely bloke and great colleague.
I was driving to work early this morning on my usual route and saw a car parked half on the road and pavement at a funny angle and thought it a bit strange. When I drove passed I had a look in the window and saw it was a colleague of mine who lives close by. It looked like he was reading so I carried on.
I had a feeling something wasn't quite right so I turned around at the roundabout at the end of the road and pulled up next to him and tapped on his window but he didn't respond. I moved my car and ran up to his and opened his door. No response from him.
I started to panic and phoned an ambulance. The call handler told me to get him out of his car and lay him down and wait for the ambulance.
What seemed like hours but probably only a few minutes later the ambulance arrived and the 3 girls started cpr and tried to help him.
They worked on him for a good 20 minutes before loading him into the ambulance and on to hospital.
Whilst this was happening I had to go to his house and get his wife so she could go to hospital with him.
I went into work and told my boss. News reached us at 11.30 that he hadn't made it.
To top it all off I've had to run his machine today. All his stuff there, it's been horrible.
I've worked with him for nearly 7 years. Him and me were the two there all hours, working all the overtime to get things done.
He was in his 60's and considering retiring.
It's got me thinking a lot today. Although I'm "only" 38 we were quite similar. Work bloody hard to try and earn a living. Working 55-60 hours a week instead of 37.5. Every week.
It's OK earning money but I really need the overtime to have half a chance of having any kind of social life. I don't own my own house. Probably never will as me and the Mrs and stuck in the renting trap.
I've got a 2.5 year old daughter that I love with all heart. I ****ING die right now for her if it meant she had half a chance in this shitty world.
I don't see her at all during the week. I'm out to work before she's awake and home after she's in bed. I've always told myself it's just the way it is, I never really saw my,dad growing up in pretty much the same situation.
I'm currently studying for an HNC in engineering so I can get qualified and move up so I don't have to put,all,these hours in but I'm finding the long work days, busy weekends and late nights studying every day are beginning to take its toll on me both physically and mentally and my whole work/life balance is so screwed I woke up and got ready for work at 6.15 on Sunday.
What is life thing all about. Judging by today's events it seems you work ****ing hard and then die. And Im not going to leave a house for my daughter. My only pension is the work one which started 2 years ago so it looks like I'll be working til I die anyway.
Just what is the point of it all?
Sorry for this. Just needed to get it out.
RIP Graham. A lovely bloke and great colleague.