fossyant
Ride It Like You Stole It!
- Location
- South Manchester
For me it would be going to the pub at lunch (no party trick) and not going back till about an hour before home time (yup did this a couple of years ago)....
What would you do on your last day at work?
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asterix
Comrade Member
- Location
- Limoges or York
Filled the black bin liner, met the other discards in the pub. Haven't had a proper job since
ColinJ
Puzzle game procrastinator!
- Location
- Todmorden - Yorks/Lancs border
I worked in a factory from the age of 23 to 28 but decided to pack it all in and go and get the degree that I'd always promised myself. On my penultimate day, my last working day, my work mates decided that they would take me to the pub at lunchtime and reduce me to a jibbering wreck by plying me with drink. Okay, I should have shown more self-control, but after the first 6 pints, I didn't have much left... 
Yes - I should have slept it off in the works canteen afterwards, but I insisted on trying to work that afternoon despite being totally rat-arsed. It was a massive breach of all concepts of health & safety, but nobody seemed too bothered by such things in those days...
There I was, pushing my trusty hand pallet truck... One of these:
On the pallet was an 8 foot high pile of 2 foot square chipboard floor panels which were to be moved from one end of the factory to the other. I was making good progress when suddenly the truck came to a stop. Sometimes debris on the floor used to get under the pallet truck wheels; I assumed that's what was causing the problem so I pushed harder. No joy. I grunted and gave the truck an almighty shove and it started moving again. Unfortunately the roof girder which had prevented the load moving forwards now toppled the load down over me. Despite my drunken state, I reacted fast enough to get my arms up in time to deflect most of the panels and protect my head...
It was all a bit painful and confusing! I must have had a knock on the head because I had no recollection of how I ended up in the canteen next to the first aid cabinet. I sat on the bench there, singing in a drunken voice as a team of first-aiders cleaned and dressed my wounds. I was battered and bruised but fortunately not seriously injured. And then I fell asleep...
On my actual last day at work, I woke up feeling very hungover and sore but I was young and resilient so I just got on with what I'd been planning to do. I got my usual lift in to work at the factory in Kenilworth but didn't clock in. Instead, I walked around the factory unit to say goodbye to everyone. Eventually, farewells over, I headed out of the factory gates and ran the 6 miles back home to Coventry. I never went back though I did send my workmates a postcard about 6 months later, signed The One That Got Away!
Yes - I should have slept it off in the works canteen afterwards, but I insisted on trying to work that afternoon despite being totally rat-arsed. It was a massive breach of all concepts of health & safety, but nobody seemed too bothered by such things in those days...
There I was, pushing my trusty hand pallet truck... One of these:
On the pallet was an 8 foot high pile of 2 foot square chipboard floor panels which were to be moved from one end of the factory to the other. I was making good progress when suddenly the truck came to a stop. Sometimes debris on the floor used to get under the pallet truck wheels; I assumed that's what was causing the problem so I pushed harder. No joy. I grunted and gave the truck an almighty shove and it started moving again. Unfortunately the roof girder which had prevented the load moving forwards now toppled the load down over me. Despite my drunken state, I reacted fast enough to get my arms up in time to deflect most of the panels and protect my head...
It was all a bit painful and confusing! I must have had a knock on the head because I had no recollection of how I ended up in the canteen next to the first aid cabinet. I sat on the bench there, singing in a drunken voice as a team of first-aiders cleaned and dressed my wounds. I was battered and bruised but fortunately not seriously injured. And then I fell asleep...
On my actual last day at work, I woke up feeling very hungover and sore but I was young and resilient so I just got on with what I'd been planning to do. I got my usual lift in to work at the factory in Kenilworth but didn't clock in. Instead, I walked around the factory unit to say goodbye to everyone. Eventually, farewells over, I headed out of the factory gates and ran the 6 miles back home to Coventry. I never went back though I did send my workmates a postcard about 6 months later, signed The One That Got Away!
dan_bo
How much does it cost to Oldham?
beanzontoast
Guru
- Location
- South of The Peaks
Considering cycling to work with 'Retiring Today!' on a flag attached to the rear rack. I'm going to have breakfast at my desk - first time ever - and read the Google news. Then I'm going to email everyone I've had the delight of working with (really, lots of people) a farewell. Then I'm going to spend a bunch of time sorting out files ready for whoever takes over from me. Then a walk around the building saying ta-ta to everyone I meet, including poking my head round departments where I've never had occasion to set foot. I'm going to have a proper non-working lunch break - again, first time ever. Back to say cheerio to my colleagues in the office - a truly fine set of people. No booze I expect though even on my last day as we're a 'dry' establishment. Then I'm going to cycle home wearing the Hawaiian shirt that will have been my work attire for the day. I'm going to put my bike (which I hope will be the same one that's served me faithfully all these years) away in the shed and give it a pat and a few word of thanks for keeping me company through umpteen thousands of miles day and night in every kind of weather going. Then a bottle of bubbly and after that - who cares!
