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…Continue reading
Category Archives: On life…
The rise and fall of the Minchin Empire.
Part four of the saga of my career reads a little like a great classic. The next few years were going to see some exciting changes and even more exciting prospects.Continue reading
To infinity and beyond.
So this was 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” (a real writing job!), social club organiser, and now – globe trotting technician / engineer. How far I had come from that tiny, dirty lab in the foundry, and not a coal mine to be seen…
The written word dominates our life, in everything we do. But it goes further than being able to fill in a form, follow road signs or post messages on facebook. It feeds our imaginations, it inspires us, and ultimately it allows us to leave our own thoughts for future generations, who ever may be interested in them.
A collection of words is a sentence, sentences form paragraphs, paragraphs build into chapters and chapters create stories. This is mine.
As close as it gets.
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…
International Jet Setter
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.
The sands of time.
We pick up the story where I left off last time in Phoenix Rising…
In 1980, only three years after starting work after leaving school, I was moving into my next position with the Mansfield Sand Group of companies – Specifically Mansfield Asphalt.
A letter to 2017
So here we are – another year passed. And the more that pass, the more compressed a year becomes. The spatial gap that exists between January 1st and December 31st is definitely more finite than it used to be…
I have been a manager for many years, and although I do not manage people well (or more precisely, I only manage certain types of people well, others I struggle with), my own forte is in project management.
47 1/2 billion pixels.
Give or take. That’s how many pixels I have stored over the years in one format of film or another. Shall we take a look at them? Continue reading