I once worked for a guy
who really had the work-life balance sorted - sure, we had to work bloody hard on occasion, but he was equally as likely to take us all to the beach for the day as he was on a job.

the work itself was great in some ways - never a dull moment, but the conditions were far from ideal - he did make an effort to supply the right protective equipment, and we certainly had the right tools for the job, but a health and safety manager could have had a field day in terms of the violations we committed as a regular part of our day to day activities.

anyway, things had gone on for some time, and life was pretty sweet - when we werent working we'd be partying somewhere. we returned to one town where we'd had a fair bit of work go on previously, and thats where things all started to go sour. towards the end of the summer, this guy started going out with the bosses ex (which wasnt a problem in itself - they were still on really good terms), but this guy started nosing around what we were doing and just didnt know when to leave alone.

we left work one day and all jumped in the car to go home, and he appeared out of nowhere and started bloody shooting at us!

damn undercover FBI agents...
(tjn whizzing on the electric fence of life, Wed 24 Jun 2009, 19:28, Reply)