With Fibresand building a reputation in the UK, and Denmark and Luxembourg heralded a huge success, my boss’s attention was drawn further afield, and he turned his attention to the west, and the huge market of the United States of America… Continue reading
So, I felt I had finally arrived – from lowly lab technician in a third rate foundry to qualified quality / health and safety manager, fully qualified quarry manager, self taught IT “consultant” and now, esteemed international Fibresand engineer. And my horizons where about to become yet even broader…
So this is my new life. QA manager for the group (two quarries, a brickworks and an asphalt plant), health and safety manager for the same departments, editor of our company newspaper “The Sand Martin”, social club organiser, and now – globe trotting technician / engineer. How far I had come from the tiny, dirty lab in the foundry…
It’s a question that is often asked once a year – where were you on the day of the world trade center attack? September 11th 2001. Many people will always remember where they were. My friend for instance was in a plane over New York at the time, and was diverted to Maine and holed up in a hotel for three days as all air travel was banned. I know exactly where I was… and it remains as vivid today as it did back then. Continue reading
Today I am recalling an event that changed my outlook on life slightly. And made for a great funny story for years to come. If I’ve told it before, I apologise…
It’s around 1986 and I’m telling my story of how I worked my way up the company in different roles. Let’s continue.
Ha! It’s times like this I know I should have been an author, but I just can’t retain the thread of a story long enough to get it down on paper. Not that this post is about my writing. It’s just that I’ve impressed myself with the title. Which incidentally bears little relevance to this post. And thankfully absolutely nothing to do with Harry Potter!
As our children grow up, I think adults are guilty of many things – over indulgence, lack of attention, asking their opinion over everything, not asking their opinion enough, leaving them to their own devices, pushing them in directions they don’t particularly want to go, low expectations, high expectations, growing them up too soon, not growing them up at all.
Everyone has their 15 minutes of high drama and this was mine. On the hottest day on record for a long time, following my first (well second I suppose) transatlantic flight on a British Airways 747, and after circling Heathrow for 45 minutes because the tarmac had softened too much in the heat, I safely landed only to have an engine explode on the shuttle back to East Midlands.