Puts it all into perspective

**ThomasSoerensen** · 2 December 2011, 09:11

So you can add to the list of achievements in your report that at least you are not dead - maybe slightly delayed on a few tasks, but not dead.

**cojak** · 2 December 2011, 09:12

Quite.

**TimberWolf** · 2 December 2011, 09:17

Originally posted by ThomasSoerensen View Post

So you can add to the list of achievements in your report that at least you are not dead - maybe slightly delayed on a few tasks, but not dead.

Unfortunately even the dead part can only be delayed too.

**PAH** · 2 December 2011, 09:35

Chin up, you'll soon be back to worrying about trivia such as what to have for tea, or what tat to buy others for Christmas, like the rest of us.

In the last few years I've been discovering the worst part of getting old is all your even older relatives dying off.

Just part of life and no one gets out of it alive, so no point worrying about it.

**darmstadt** · 2 December 2011, 09:41

Obviously if you were a permie this would have affected you somewhat and would not be able to complete the work you were planning on doing and compassionate leave would need to be granted

**wobbegong** · 2 December 2011, 10:09

Originally posted by cojak View Post

Working from home and writing up my work progress report, wading through office politics and dodgy (non-existant) project plans and milestones.

10 minutes ago got a knock on the door from a neighbour, the neighbour on the other side of us just dropped dead last night, his missus is devastated.

I'm not going to worry about things quite so much as I did an hour ago.

Nothing focuses the mind and clears the crap away like someone you know, and/or love, dying.

Occasionally, when life seems to be piling on the agony, I like to go and sit by the sea. The relentless inevitabliity of the waves washes away the worry, after all, in a hundred years time who's going to care about anything I've ever done, but those waves will still be rolling in.

**EternalOptimist** · 2 December 2011, 10:30

Daughter went to a call last night. The next door neighbour rang a 999 call in, the old dear next door was banging on the wall and screaming 'help me, help me. please somebody help me'
So she arrived just as the police were kicking the door in.
The old dear said to her, 'They came in the night, ransacked the house, molested me then locked me in the cellar'

Daughter straps her up , loads her in the ambulance and whips her off to hospital. She tells the police, these houses dont have cellars, and I can tell by the smell she has a UTI (urinal tract infection) which older women are prone to, and which sends them bonkers for a few days.
She had imagined the whole thing

Not quite as bad as having a neighbour dying, but a sobering and salutory reminder of how things can be

**PAH** · 2 December 2011, 10:30

Originally posted by wobbegong View Post

after all, in a hundred years time who's going to care about anything I've ever done

True, in a hundred years few people alive now will be remembered, unless they've still got their drunken photos on Facebook.

In a way it's a shame there was nothing more permanent than stone or paper for ancestors to record stuff on. We may have forgotten some really useful things, like how to survive without the internet.

**gingerjedi** · 2 December 2011, 10:36

Originally posted by wobbegong View Post

Nothing focuses the mind and clears the crap away like someone you know, and/or love, dying.

Occasionally, when life seems to be piling on the agony, I like to go and sit by the sea. The relentless inevitabliity of the waves washes away the worry, after all, in a hundred years time who's going to care about anything I've ever done, but those waves will still be rolling in.

You are Reginald Perrin and I claim my 5 Sunshine Desserts.

Puts it all into perspective