Have you ever seen a dead body?
How did you feel?
Upset? Traumatised? Relieved? Like poking it with a stick?
( , Thu 28 Feb 2008, 9:34)
How did you feel?
Upset? Traumatised? Relieved? Like poking it with a stick?
( , Thu 28 Feb 2008, 9:34)
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Selfish Suicides
I work at a fairly busy commuter station on a line that goes to an airport as well as from London to a popular tourist destination.
Just lately we've had a spate of suicides, people jumping in front of the expresses, mainly at stations closer to London.
But last year we had one at my station.
As the driver approached the station he saw a man start to run across the platform straight at him. The driver put the brakes on, but an eight carriage train at 70 mph can't stop on a sixpence. He came to a halt about a mile down the track, along with bits of the suicide.
My first knowledge of this was when a load of ballast came shooting into the booking office as the brakes went on.
I rushed onto the platform and spotted a trainer on the road crossing.
After telling everyone to leave the platforms I rang the police and my bosses, then went and told the traffic to turn round because the barriers weren't going to be going up in the near future.
Then I spotted the rack of belly pork in the middle of the tracks.
"Strange thing to see there" I thought,until I spotted the hand poking out from underneath it.
The police turned up seconds after my bosses, and I got sent home. Surprisingly I went to bed, and fell fast asleep.
It was suggested that I have a few days off, but I had to go back the next day.
And mid morning I get a call from my boss telling me someones left a bundle of flowers at the end of the platform and the drivers don't like it.
I guess it was my surpressed anger at his selfishness, but I stormed down to the flowers and ripped them off the support and threw them in the bin.
The next day I had a wrenched shoulder, and checking where the flowers had been it turned out that they'd been held there by an elasticated bandage.
I really get peed off with these selfish swine who think that because they don't want to go on their last act should be to inconvenience people.
You want to kill yourself, go and buy some painkillers get in a warm bath, and just float off.
That way the person who finds you will be a person that loved you, that will be upset by your death, and not some poor sod who has to go back to work the next day with your death grin on his mind.
Sorry if I sound callous, but before you start saying I've never been that low, I can tell you exactly where the rope was going to be fastened to hang myself!!
( , Tue 4 Mar 2008, 19:43, Reply)
I work at a fairly busy commuter station on a line that goes to an airport as well as from London to a popular tourist destination.
Just lately we've had a spate of suicides, people jumping in front of the expresses, mainly at stations closer to London.
But last year we had one at my station.
As the driver approached the station he saw a man start to run across the platform straight at him. The driver put the brakes on, but an eight carriage train at 70 mph can't stop on a sixpence. He came to a halt about a mile down the track, along with bits of the suicide.
My first knowledge of this was when a load of ballast came shooting into the booking office as the brakes went on.
I rushed onto the platform and spotted a trainer on the road crossing.
After telling everyone to leave the platforms I rang the police and my bosses, then went and told the traffic to turn round because the barriers weren't going to be going up in the near future.
Then I spotted the rack of belly pork in the middle of the tracks.
"Strange thing to see there" I thought,until I spotted the hand poking out from underneath it.
The police turned up seconds after my bosses, and I got sent home. Surprisingly I went to bed, and fell fast asleep.
It was suggested that I have a few days off, but I had to go back the next day.
And mid morning I get a call from my boss telling me someones left a bundle of flowers at the end of the platform and the drivers don't like it.
I guess it was my surpressed anger at his selfishness, but I stormed down to the flowers and ripped them off the support and threw them in the bin.
The next day I had a wrenched shoulder, and checking where the flowers had been it turned out that they'd been held there by an elasticated bandage.
I really get peed off with these selfish swine who think that because they don't want to go on their last act should be to inconvenience people.
You want to kill yourself, go and buy some painkillers get in a warm bath, and just float off.
That way the person who finds you will be a person that loved you, that will be upset by your death, and not some poor sod who has to go back to work the next day with your death grin on his mind.
Sorry if I sound callous, but before you start saying I've never been that low, I can tell you exactly where the rope was going to be fastened to hang myself!!
( , Tue 4 Mar 2008, 19:43, Reply)
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