WorldChampionsGoo
Outstanding Member
Just when you thought life was going well, along comes a hammer blow to bring you crashing down.
Got a phone call this morning that my work colleague and friend, Roger, had suffered a massive heart attack and died at the wheel of his car over the weekend. I worked with him for about 15 years.
I'm not really one for making friends. I have about 25 on my facebook account as I'm not one for having hundreds of acquaintances and calling them friends. Roger was different. I've worked for the RBS for over 22 years and over that time, must have met / spoken to / worked with thousands of people. Only a handful have become my true friends. Not work colleagues, friends. He came to my children's christenings .... we rang and spoke to each other 2 or 3 times a week. Just chats to moan about the Bank, moan about the stress of targets etc and laugh about his continual requests for pay rises. It all seemed so important and yet so insignificant.
He was a super fit lad too. Aged 43 and always into keep fit - we once got copped coming out of the gym by our old boss when we were supposed to be working. We got hauled in front of another boss when we left a regional conference at lunch time (in Birmingham) because we didn't want to miss a football match back in Manchester. We just mucked about together and had a strong bond.
And then the news this morning. It really has left me in shock. He wasn't ill, far from it. He was never poorly. I can't remember him having a day off work.
I'll miss him terribly. He was my friend.
RIP Roger.
Got a phone call this morning that my work colleague and friend, Roger, had suffered a massive heart attack and died at the wheel of his car over the weekend. I worked with him for about 15 years.
I'm not really one for making friends. I have about 25 on my facebook account as I'm not one for having hundreds of acquaintances and calling them friends. Roger was different. I've worked for the RBS for over 22 years and over that time, must have met / spoken to / worked with thousands of people. Only a handful have become my true friends. Not work colleagues, friends. He came to my children's christenings .... we rang and spoke to each other 2 or 3 times a week. Just chats to moan about the Bank, moan about the stress of targets etc and laugh about his continual requests for pay rises. It all seemed so important and yet so insignificant.
He was a super fit lad too. Aged 43 and always into keep fit - we once got copped coming out of the gym by our old boss when we were supposed to be working. We got hauled in front of another boss when we left a regional conference at lunch time (in Birmingham) because we didn't want to miss a football match back in Manchester. We just mucked about together and had a strong bond.
And then the news this morning. It really has left me in shock. He wasn't ill, far from it. He was never poorly. I can't remember him having a day off work.
I'll miss him terribly. He was my friend.
RIP Roger.