In an attempt to start getting back to normal I have decided to finally post about a site called Digg.com (Most of you have probably heard about it already actually).
It’s like slashdot except without all the dickheads (at the moment) and looks heaps better as well.
There are some really good articles on there from time to time and I keep meaning to tell you guys about the interesting ones but I am so buys I keep forgetting.
On Monday I arrived at work to find that Adam Hart, my friend and boss at Freshtel, had been killed the day before in a motorcycle accident on the Great Ocean Road.
Adam was a really funny guy, always ready to crack a joke or give you shit about something or other. We didn’t hang out much outside work but I could tell from the day that I was interviewed by him and John that we were going to become really good mates because we have a really similar sense of humour. At work we called him ‘Doctor Dodge’ because some of his solutions to things were, shall we say, ‘unconventional’ but it was always a joke because in reality he was an excellent coder/sysadmin/engineer and knew pretty much everything about all the aspects of our work at Freshtel as he had been involved with them from day one.
He also totally loved motorbikes and had just recently got a new Yamaha a couple of weeks ago. Whenever we went anywhere in town he would often run off to look at a random bike parked somewhere. Nearly all of my friends who own bikes have had at least two accidents on them so it seems like just bullshit random chance that he was killed. This sort of shit always happens to someone else and you watch it on the news and you think to yourself ‘Wow, bikes are fucking dangerous/He was probably speeding/It was bad weather and then something like this happens and you realise that you and everyone else has been in the same situation at one point or the other in their lives and its just dumb luck that you survived and they didnt.
We are all attempting to cope at work but I have a feeling that most of us are still in shock and have yet to fully comprehend what this all means. My moods have been all over the place as I keep realising that this isn’t a bad dream and Adam isn’t going to jump out from behind something laughing at our gullibility. Most of the other guys seem ok but if they are anything like me they are just trying to lose themselves in work. It’s only until I get home and have time to think about it that I really feel fucked up.
The service is on Friday so I’m hoping that that helps us somehow. I dunno.
I don’t know what else to say really, its just totally and utterly fucked.
My thoughts are with his family and all who knew him.
None of us are gonna forget you mate.