A former work colleague of mine died today. I'm not going to name him to respect his wife's wishes. A damn nice guy who always had a huge smile on his face despite being on the sour end of some abysmal management decisions and unfair treatment. Heart attack and he wasn't even 40. He wasn't a close friend but it's always very sad seeing one of the good guys lost to the world while the thwaites who caused him so much stress in his life got bonuses and promotions because of it.
I hadn't seen him in over a year because he was struggling badly to find work and I'd moved on to the NHS rather than my old work circle. I was going to say that I'll make better efforts to keep in touch with those other good guys but then I admitted to myself that that's something I'm not going to promise because I'd always slip back into finding an excuse like "too busy" or "I'm rarely there any more".
I've had to delete five posts in the last hour before posting them because i realised I was about to unfairly take out my bad mood on the forum. Time for a whisky and bed with a book.