If you think your day was bad...
Put yourself in my buddy Raynes shoes (he's a "HE" btw)...
"My bike was stolen last night.
This guy had some gall. the bike was mounted and locked to the roof rack of my truck and was parked inside the apparatus bay of my fire station. This poor soul waited until we left on a call then broke into the fire house and ripped the bike off of my rack.
When we pulled back into quarters at zero dark thirty I discoved my bike had dissapeared. I've been nauseous ever since.
the beautiful bike...a 2003 US postal trek 5900, full carbon, full dura ace, fully gone into the depth of bike he--.
Knowing the area I serve my bike will be thrust into a life of servitude being bartered for some crack, or possibly carrying 100 sacks of clothes for a 6' bag lady or towing a home made trailer full of an entire lifes worth of soda cans, no more racing, no more polish and lube. Fair the well my little carbon buddy, fair the well.
I've begun saving for a new ride. I guess I'll focus on my running."
Could you imagine?? Oh there is a new place in hell reserved just for that thug!
Sorry, but I can beat that for a very bad day at work
I'm sorry, but I think I can beat that in a very sad way.
On Monday, when I went to work, one of my colleagues Carolyn who had just pulled into the staff carpark collapsed next to her car. 3 of my other colleagues tried in vain to resuscitate her, but to no avail. The ambulances came but could not revive her, and Carolyn aged 49, passed away. She was a beautiful vibrant lady.
Because she had collapsed in the carpark, it was in full view of many of the staff who were coming into work at the time. So it affected many of us and it was awfully traumatic.
The morning passed in a bit of sad blur, and then I got an email from my 2:30 meeting. Another colleague just heard that his father passed away that morning and he had to go interstate to make arrangements for his father's funeral.
It was a depressing and sad day.