I had a guy recently who just started and a week in said "Russ can I have thursday off" I said "for Fu*ks sake Gary you've only been here 3 days and you want a day off why" Gary said ,head hung low "For my dads funeral" I felt so bad "Oh yea of course Gary mate no problem" about 3 months later Gary's brother came to work for us,we got him to fill in his emergancy contact details and I noticed his Next of Kin as farther.I said I thought your dad was dead mate ? "He wasn't when I left this morning" came the reply, when I pulled Gary up that night all he said was "Had you there Russ" sad or whatI've been given too many excuses to mention.
But what I am totally amazed by, is that scaffolders are not only the unluckiest people on Earth (sick wives/stolen cars/burgled homes etc etc), but they also have several dozen grandmothers, each of whom usually die on a thursday or sunday night....
I was working with my brother on a site in December,snow on the ground freezing cold.We were walking to the canteen and he just disappeared in front of my eyes, he had fallen down a manhole that was full of water and covered in tiny polystyrene balls that the guys doing the cavity insulation use. You couldn't tell the difference between the snow and the balls.I worked with a guy once awesome lawson he had all the excuses in the book for not turning in some of the beautys where " i was on my way in when i sneezed and **** my self ":embarrest: quality and " i was on the phone when i fell down an open man hole next day not even a scratch.