My friend’s boss fired him after asking if he knew who he was because he didn’t bring him a coffee, but it was the most expensive coffee for his boss. First of all, this didn’t happen to me. I was with the person when he received a call about this issue. He explained everything to me afterward. He’s not on Reddit, so I’m sharing it because it’s priceless.

 All names have been changed to protect personal and company identities. Protected names are important to history. In the UK, there is a system for preserving old and important buildings. If a building is historically significant, it is known as such, and the rules on how it is developed, maintained, and improved are very strict. I need to be vague about the work involved.

 Otherwise, it’s too easy to identify the parties. My friend David is an expert in a very specific area of ​​construction. He repairs and refurbishes buildings using a very old construction method that hasn’t been common for several centuries. All his work is on conservation projects and listed buildings. Work was needed on a Grade I listed property.

 The general work was being done by the main contractor AC. Some of the work is highly specialized. The contractor’s managers didn’t know anyone who could do it, so the architect gave them a list of qualified people. The contractors chose my friend because he had the earliest availability.

 On the fifth day of work, the owner of ACC, the main contractor, arrived at the job site. He was strutting and being a noisy idiot. David’s words. David was doing his job and ignored him. The noisy idiot told one of his carpenters to get him a coffee. The carpenter disappeared.

 The noisy idiot continued to wander and rant about delays that were costing him a fortune. 15 minutes after the carpenter disappeared, the noisy idiot asked my friend a question. The noisy idiot, where is that [ __ ] carpenter with my coffee? David, I don’t know. The noisy idiot, go find out.

 David, I’m just here for this job, pointing at the walls. I don’t work for ACC. The noisy idiot. I don’t give a [ __ ] if you’re an employee or a subcontractor. You still work for me. Now go get my [ __ ] coffee. David, first of all, I don’t like being talked to like this. And second, my contract with you is to do these walls, nothing more. I’m definitely not a delivery boy. The noisy idiot.

 A, you don’t like being talked to like that. Hey, what subcontractor do you work for, David? None. I’m self-employed, just me. The noisy idiot. A day laborer from [ __ ] And you have the nerve to talk to me like that. Do you know who I am? David. Yes, the noisy idiot. Well, you’re fired. Get off the construction site right now, David. Okay, put it in writing. The noisy idiot. Go to the [ __ ] Just get off the [ __ ] construction site.

 David pulled out his phone and started recording. David, okay, I’m leaving. I just want proof that you told me to leave. The loud moron grabbed David’s hand, the one holding the phone, and yelled into it. The loud moron. Get off the job site, you [ __ ] idiot. You’re fired. If you’re still here in 10 [ __ ] minutes, I’ll have you kicked out.

David, great, no problem. He gathered all his equipment and left. On his way out, the contractor’s site manager bumped into him, ironically bringing a coffee for the boss, and with a smile said, “Site manager, you’re leaving early, David. Damn half-shifts as a joke. David, no, your boss just fired me. Our contract is up. Sorry, mate.”

 Site manager, no, no, no, let me fix this. Wait, please, please wait. David left. The site manager was freaking out because he knew something the noisy idiot didn’t. Only seven people in the UK are qualified to do that job. They all have a waiting list, and David had been the only one available.

By the time he got home, he had missed 12 calls. That was on Thursday. Two missed workdays so far. He said he’ll come back, but only if he gets paid for the overtime and receives a genuine in-person apology from the boss. I ran into my friend as he was receiving a call from the construction manager, saying the boss apologizes, but is out of the country and can’t apologize face-to-face.

 David also told me he called the other specialists to warn them, but they’d all called on Friday, pleading with them to do the work. No one took it; they’re all over the place. David also called the architect to warn him. In situations like this, some unscrupulous contractors try to botch the job and pretend it’s done. David will stand firm.

Pay for all the missed days plus a face-to-face apology. Are you sure he’ll get it? I told him I’d pay anything to see the face-to-face apology. Update one. The construction manager called to say the loud-mouthed jerk told him to threaten legal action if David doesn’t finish the job.

 The construction manager was very embarrassed and apologized. David reminded him that he didn’t leave and that he has proof that he was fired. The construction manager called back to say that the noisy idiot would apologize in person on Friday. Can David start tomorrow? David said no. After the threat of legal action, the conditions are different.

 A face-to-face apology before resuming work. Additional pay for wasted days. Payment of the full contract value in advance before starting. Everything must happen by Thursday. That’s the last day you can start and still expect to finish before your next booking. If you also work weekends, you have just enough time.

 I asked him why he’s not charging a huge bonus because of what a jerk the guy was. He said it’s not cool to take advantage of companies when they’re under time pressure. He said, “That’s not right. It seems one of my friends is an 18th-century gentleman.” Correction. I misunderstood David when he said only seven others do this job.

 He meant seven other businesses besides his own. They’re small businesses, so he says it’s probably about 20 people who can do it. It’s still a small number, but not as comically small as seven. Sorry for confusing you with that number. Update two. Unfortunately, it looks like there won’t be an apology.

David discovered that the construction manager was blamed for not informing the noisy idiot about the situation in advance, and he was fired. David contacted ACC’s operations manager, the noisy idiot’s second-in-command, and informed him that an apology was no longer required, as he would not be returning to work.

 Number two apologized for everything and offered to renegotiate the money very generously. David told him he had only considered returning to work as a personal favor to the original project manager. Since he’s no longer there, he feels no obligation to return. Number two said he would contact David again, but didn’t say why.

 I asked him why he didn’t say, “Give him back his job or I’m not coming back?” David said, “That noisy idiot is too mean and weak to be told what to do by a craftsman. It must be the company’s idea to bring the construction manager back. If I tell them to bring him back, it won’t happen.” David says the construction manager is very good at his job, but he’s only four years from retirement, so it’s not easy to find a job at 61.

 I’ve decided I like David even more than I did 3 days ago. Update 3. It’s 2 a.m. here. We just got back from the PAC, and David received a call while we were out from the fired construction manager. David updated the architect this afternoon on the situation. The architect contacted the fired construction manager to tell him about a company that needs a construction manager.

 The fired construction manager called David shortly before 9 p.m. I had to sit through the call, hearing only one side. I must have looked childishly excited, like I had a bum full of sparrows. Then David brought me up to date. The construction manager called to thank him and to find out his favorite drink so he could send him a bottle.

 He doesn’t have the new job yet, but he’s meeting with them on Friday. Apparently the architect’s recommendation counts, so he’s optimistic. David refused at first. “I didn’t get you a job. The architect did.” The construction manager said, “But you started this whole mess and told the architect I was fired.”

 Thanks to you, I never have to deal with that nasty jerk again.” David wasn’t specific about who the nasty jerk was. We’ll have to guess. David said his drink is Cardu Wol Reser. He said he’ll accept a bottle only if the construction manager gets the new job. And if the construction manager comes and drinks the Cardu with David.

 It seems that the handsome scribe who performed the enormously difficult and laborious task of expertly recording this saga on Reddit is not included in the whiskey consumption. As David poetically put it, go fuck yourself. You can buy your own. Good news. Hopefully, except that no one will see that jerk, the loud-mouthed idiot, have to swallow his pride when he has to apologize.

I was so looking forward to seeing that. Additional information from Ivid and the fired construction manager: Ivid and the fired construction manager know each other outside of work. They’re both members of charities in the same city. Two different groups, but they work closely together. The construction manager is in the Rotary Club, and David is in the Round Table Club.

 I don’t think he’s a gentleman, but you never know. Update four. ACC’s number two called David to suggest they reinstate the construction manager and renegotiate the money generously. David says they’ve already missed the boat. There’s no way he can finish the job alone before starting his next assignment.

 There’s an absolute minimum of 11 days of work left if everything goes smoothly. David’s next job starts on November 4th. Only 10 days left, and he’s working both weekends, too late. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when they tell the noisy idiot. The most common question. Many are asking what David does.

 If I said it was, it would be so identifiable it would be like giving you your real name and address. Sorry. The reason there are so few is that it takes five years to become barely competent and at least nine to become a master craftsman. The jobs require at least one master craftsman to be present when the work is done. Update five. Bad news.

 The fired site manager didn’t get the other job. He met with the new company, but they won’t hire him. The reasons aren’t clear. David will meet with him on Sunday to discuss it. I can tell David feels like a [ __ ] about it, even though it’s not his fault. The site manager says he’s going to take action for unfair dismissal.

 I thought this was going to be a win-win-win, but I guess life isn’t like that. Update six. News about the fired construction manager. The situation isn’t as bad as we first thought. I think we misunderstood what happened on Friday. David spoke with him yesterday. The company he saw on Friday doesn’t hire him normally.

 That part was correct, but they offered him an 18-month fixed-term contract to build a distribution center. It’s not perfect, but on the upside, it’s slightly better paid than at ACC. It’s 18 months, but it’s better than nothing.

 There’s also the possibility that the new company will extend the contract if another project comes in. Update seven, really? David heard they’re bringing in a Bulgarian to do the job. David was smiling when he told me. He thinks he knows what’s going to happen. There’s a similar, but different, technique used on some 19th-century buildings in Sofia. David thinks the guy will use that technique. It’s similar, but two very important materials are different. David has decided to wait.

plans to let the Bulgarian finish the job and get paid. Then, David will suggest to the planning department and the client that they check both components. Unless the Bulgarian is familiar with the 15th-century English method, he will have used the wrong materials. That would mean ripping it out and starting over.

 They’re incredibly strict with this type of work. I shouldn’t want this so much, but I really hope it happens. I’m a spiteful man. More information. Many ask when David will know if the Bulgarian has done the job well. David could find out soon, as there are very few suppliers of one of the materials. If the Bulgarian contacts them, they will tell David.

David’s words. It’s a tiny, incestuous part of the industry, and they gossip like old women. Correction. We all gossip like old women. If it doesn’t go that way, David will let it be until they tell him the job is finished and the Bulgarian has been paid. He doesn’t want to put the guy’s money at risk.

 In David’s words, I don’t want the Bulgarian to crawl all the way here and come home empty-handed. Just because I can’t wait to get the [ __ ] jerk off. The man’s gotta earn a living. I’ll wait. In case there’s any confusion, jerk off is the same person as the noisy jerk.

 It should take the Bulgarian about three weeks to finish the job unless he works weekends. David knows a lot of people on the construction site and some at ACC headquarters, so he’ll know when the work is done. So I have to sit still for three or four weeks and pretend I’m not an excited 7-year-old girl peeing herself because Christmas is coming. Update eight.

 David has been told that the Bulgarian man immediately got to work. He has been supplied with materials, but from a regular construction supplier. What he needs to do the job properly is too bulky to bring with him, even if it’s sold in Bulgaria. He hasn’t ordered it from a UK supplier.

 There are three, but only one is sufficient for this job because it was brought in for David. So unless it’s coming by road and ferry, it’s not using the right materials. David wouldn’t let it go unreported, even if he wasn’t upset with the noisy idiot.

 He has a genuine passion for caring for all the buildings he works on and is a stickler for historical accuracy, so now I have to put up with three or four weeks. David says if he’s using more modern materials, he might finish sooner. Three weeks is how long you’ll be back in the 10th century. I’ve become a bit weird with this job.

 When I called David earlier under a pretext, he realized I was digging for information again. David, [ __ ] do you want me to put on a bodysuit and you can hear everything as it happens? If it’s not too much trouble and you can connect me to your calls, that would be fine. David, after laughing. Piece of cheese [ __ ] is it okay if I cover the lens when I’m [ __ ] and fucking my wife? I personally don’t do those two things at the same time, but whatever you like. David, are you telling me you do them separately?

 When are you sleeping with my wife? I’ll do it with you right after she cleans all the [ __ ] off the sheets. Some of us are picky. David, go to the [ __ ] You’re a neat freak. Hang up without goodbye, without see you later. English manners aren’t what they used to be. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I really do have a life. I promise. Update nine. Lots of news.

 The Bulgarian finished the job and went home two weeks ago. According to people who knew him, Stefan the Bulgarian was a good guy and a top-notch worker. He worked 12-hour days and weekends to cut the cost of staying in the UK. Given what he learned about Stefan, David is glad he waited until Stefan was paid before reporting the job.

David was already fairly certain that Stephan wasn’t doing the job properly. He had checked with the three companies, which are the sole UK suppliers of the rarer material involved in the work, and none of them reported receiving an order for the project.

 Of course, it was possible that Stefan had imported it, but no one on site had ever seen an order for materials from abroad. So, as planned, David contacted the Local Authority Planning Department, the client and architect, and an organization called Historic England. He explained his concerns and the easiest and least intrusive way to check. Then he waited for them to investigate.

 It only took a couple of days, but I can honestly say I have never been so anxious or felt so involved in something that is none of my [ __ ] business. The first report came from the architect. The wrong method was used. Wrong method. Using wrong materials. He had used a 19th century Bulgarian technique, not the 1st century English one that is required.

 The architect was extremely [ __ ] David says he’s never heard the architect swear before, but this call was bad. Apparently, the architect calls a noisy idiot that ignorant [ __ ] eater [ __ ] David asked me what an eater is [ __ ] I had no idea. Suggestions are welcome.

 The architect said he was going to contact the local authority because he doesn’t want them to think this has anything to do with him. Most of the rest came to David second- or third-hand. He knows only the ACC staff. I asked him if it was difficult to get them to tell him anything. He said they don’t pick up the phone fast enough.

 The local authority’s planning officers visited the site and inspected the work. They told the contractor that the work was completely wrong and that it had to be removed and redone properly. Then it got interesting. The inspectors took a look around the site. They found a problem.

 I can’t be specific because it would be too easy to identify the buildings involved. The contractor destroyed part of the building. There was an internal element that didn’t seem particularly important, but it’s part of the roof structure. They removed it and put in a modern, much better support, but they’re not allowed to.

 Neither the project manager, nor the new construction manager, nor the staff understood the significance. Guess who ordered it replaced? Cheap and fast option. Instead of repairing it, slow and expensive option. Of course, it was the noisy idiot. It’s a crime to destroy anything on this type of property, a jailable offense. And even if you don’t go to jail, it’s a huge fine.

 So now everyone at that company is pointing fingers and claiming no responsibility. The noisy idiot has said he didn’t give the order to remove the internal parts of the roof structure. The project manager has emailed proof that he did. On Tuesday the 19th, the client ordered all contractor personnel to leave the site. They’re going to examine everything.

It’s almost certain they’re going to fire the contractor. They’ve issued instructions for new contractors to tender. They’ll also sue the contractor for the cost of repairing and replacing everything they’ve done wrong. The architect’s estimate was £800,000.

 The local authority’s planning department wrote to the contractor detailing what they had done wrong and notifying them of their plans to inspect and the possibility of taking action. According to staff, the noisy idiot disappeared with the lawyers the day the letter arrived. Three different people from ACC called David within an hour when news of the letter circulated among the staff.

 So now we’re waiting for several things. A client inspection. If they confirm that ACC has damaged the work, the client has the right to dismiss the contractor. ACC doesn’t charge and has a huge repair bill. A local authority inspection by conservation experts.

 If elements of the property have been destroyed, the local authority will contact ACC as a company and the person who ordered it. David is very upset because the internal structure that has been destroyed cannot be replaced. In his words, that wood has been there doing its job for 400 years until that [ __ ] run stain appears. Then it disappears and that’s it, never again. He seems genuinely sad.

 I bet the noisy idiot wishes he’d gone and gotten his own coffee that day last month. Correction and apology, the ACC letter didn’t threaten prosecution. It merely informed them of the planning department’s intention to send a specialist to inspect the building, and in particular the area affected by the change.

 Apparently, if there’s any processing, it takes forever. My sincerest apologies for having misled you. Like everyone else, I was too eager to take the orca and believe the worst. A combination of wishful thinking and a broken telephone meant that by the time the story reached David, it was much more serious and advanced.

 They may actually prosecute the noisy idiot, but if it happens, it’s more likely to be in six months than six days. This is the second correction since I started. I promise to try to be a little more conscientious in future updates. My fault, not David’s. David warned me, not just what goes in your ears, but what comes out your mouth.

 You’re too eager to feed the masses. They may think you’re farting rainbows now, but that won’t last if you screw up the info. You’re right. As always, as [ __ ] always. As fucking annoying as ever. Information requested.

 Some have asked what happened to the original site manager who was fired, but I couldn’t answer until tonight. We met at the PAP—myself, David, the site manager, and two others. The new job is definitely subject to fidelity insurance checks. What will happen next? He starts on February 9th. ACC paid him in lieu of notice. This is standard practice for layoffs. His contract gave him three months’ notice, and he was owed 12 days’ vacation, so they paid him just over 3.5 months’ salary in one lump sum.

He also keeps the car until March. He said, “When he fired me I was shaking like a dog [ __ ] but my wife reminded me that I could [ __ ] take early retirement and how much I hate that company and especially that cheating asshole.” Then the architect called me about the distribution center job and I stopped worrying.

He has Christmas off and starts the new job with a slightly higher salary. The only downside is that the position is only guaranteed for 18 months. It’s very likely the company will keep him after that if he has a job. It’s simply not secure.

 At first, he planned to take the noisy idiot to an employment tribunal for unfair dismissal. Now he can’t because he won’t suffer financially, he said. Obviously, I’m glad I’m not losing money, but I was keen to beat that idiot in court. Now he’s using the extra time to build a better sleigh and some reindeer. Yes, a sleigh is for putting on the back of a truck.

 His group walks around the area dressed as elves and snowmen with Santa Claus in his sleigh, blasting Christmas carols at window-shattering volume and collecting donations for a charity. They’ve tricked me many times. He brought David the whisky he promised. David said it wasn’t necessary, but the site manager said, “The Yorkshiremen keep their word, even with a bunch of drinking sissies from South Sandy like you.”

 Besides, I’m not going to risk breaking this run of luck.” Even the whisky was half price. Both David and I pointed at him at the same time and said, “A real me.” For those who don’t know, Yorkshire people have a reputation for two things: being very clear-spoken and careful with their money.

 So after telling him off for insinuating I was a Southerner, we left the car and went to the foreman’s garage to drink the whiskey and admire his work on the sled. If I tell everyone how good the Cardu Gold Reser tastes, they’ll send me free samples. I’m Welsh. I was born near Carnarbon. That’s why you might have noticed some poor grammar. I’m rambling because I’m covered in whiskey.

 It’s 1 a.m., so it’s time to sleep. Goodbye for now. Update 10. I think some karmic justice might be on the way. The noisy idiot has been interviewed under caution. It doesn’t mean they’ll take legal action for sure, but they are preparing for the possibility.

 They also did the same with the project manager and will do the same with the fired construction manager next week. The construction manager is calm, saying he has nothing to worry about. The decision to remove the roof support sections was made after he was fired.

 He said he’s sure that if he’d been there at the time of the illegal modification, the loud-mouthed idiot would have tried to pin the blame on him. Or as the site manager put it, that slumped-shouldered coward would have shat on me to save his own skin. They can [ __ ] the turds.

 Luckily, the project manager has proof in the form of an email that the noisy idiot ordered the work. The noisy idiot tried to persuade and bribe him not to hand it over to those investigating this at the local authority’s planning department. When that didn’t work, he tried threatening him. This backfired because the project manager not only ignored the threats but also told the investigators that the noisy idiot told him to lose the email.

 I have a lawyer friend who tells me that interfering with a witness and destroying evidence are crimes in themselves. The noisy idiot isn’t digging himself a deeper hole. I’ll be incredibly disappointed if he gets away with it, but he’s certainly suffering from the big news of the week. The noisy idiot has been fired. David announced it yesterday, Saturday.

 After being told this by no less than four different ACC employees. He says they couldn’t wait to tell him. Then the conversation went like this. I mean, how [ __ ] is this possible? Since the owner is fired, he walked up to a mirror and said, “You’re no good as Anne Frank’s drum. Are you fired? David, don’t you know he inherited the business from his father and uncle?” “I do, David.

 “Do you know his brother and cousin each have one?” “I do, David, because their combined share exceeds 50%, so they fired him. According to Luisa, the head of accounting, they’re pissing themselves in fear. They were happy to leave the noisy idiot in charge while the money came in, but now their golden goose looks very sick.”

 They’re terrified that losing this contract and the fines and penalties will put an end to the company. So they’re begging the client and building owner to reinstate ACC to terminate the contract. Part of that involves convincing the building owner that the noisy idiot will never have anything to do with the company. They’re obviously throwing him under the bus.

 Luisa said there were shouts and threats of violence from the loudmouth when he was fired. He had to be escorted off the premises. He’s been calling employees to ask for things and seems surprised that people don’t want to help him. According to Luisa, the man lives in Lollipop Land.

 I’m going to be Queetrina. I wish I could see that idiot’s face as he walked by. David, it’s nothing that jerk doesn’t deserve. There’s something else, but I can’t tell you because I promised whoever told me that I wouldn’t tell anyone yet. I mean, what a provocative bastard. How important is David? He’s huge.

It changes the life of the person in question. I wish I could tell you because it almost gave me a hard-on. Yo, [ __ ] mother. He must be big if he can get that ugly appendage to do anything other than hang there like the last chicken in the store. Your wife must have been pleased, David. How dramatic.

 She thinks I should tell her what I was told in confidence. She thinks since we’re married, I should be able to tell her everything. I explained that it’s not my secret to share. I was hoping for courage or your integrity, dear husband, but I don’t have an angry wife who thinks I’m an idiot.

 Luisa and her position have been changed to protect the innocent. It looks like it will take a couple of months before she can give me this mind-blowing news, so I don’t want anyone to hold their breath. The client and owner of the building conducted their inspection. Two areas are unacceptable, as expected.

 The damaged area and the part that David was supposed to do, but Stefan did, are very unhappy. When listed buildings are damaged, the local authority usually assumes it’s the owner, but in this case, the owner is a creaky old institution dedicated to preserving important buildings. They’re not used to being accused of anything shady, so they didn’t like having to prove they had nothing to do with the damage to the building.

 David said, “It seems they’ve given up on ACC because they’ve put out some kind of RFP to various specialist conservation contractors.” Then he started spouting off a bunch of gibberish that I neither understood nor remember. In plain English, they’ve asked a few companies to quote a price for the job. David, that’s a very simplistic way of describing it, but I don’t have the time or crayons to explain it to you, so okay, let’s just say they’re asking for prices for work involving [ __ ]’s offspring. So I was hoping this story would culminate in a crescendo with the loud idiot suffering something horrible, but it trailed off with a

moaning as we wait to see what legal action they’ll take. Real life is excruciatingly slow. January 21, 2020 edition. Hi, I’m Mark’s wife. The idiot asked me to apologize to the internet for his silence. He was injured in a car accident on January 7. We’re sure he’ll make a full recovery, but he won’t be online for a while.

 I told him it’s just Reddit, but he’s a lunatic obsessed with not letting people down, so I promised to add Reddit to the list. So here I am telling all the people he doesn’t know because he hasn’t finished telling them something they probably aren’t even reading. Edit February 3, 2020. Hello, Mark’s wife again. There were over 200 direct messages.

Thank you all for your comments and for wishing him the best. I’ve read them all. I’m going to answer the three most common questions. What happened to Mart? He was stopped in his car in a queue to exit the highway when a large truck hit him from behind.

 His car was crushed between that truck and the truck in front of him. He suffered several broken bones: his nose, left eye socket, left cheekbone, left radius and ulna, his forearm, four bones in his left hand, his right tibia and fibula, his leg, and four ribs, one of which punctured his left lung.

 There’s some damage to the central vision in his left eye, which we hope is temporary. He has damage to the tendons in his right hand that requires more surgery. He has many cuts, a total of 112 stitches. He looks terrible, but there’s a chance he’ll recover without permanent side effects. If it were me, I wouldn’t take it well, but he’s always been tough as nails for as long as I’ve known him.

 When I got to the hospital and was covered in blood, wires, and tubes, and couldn’t speak properly, I broke down. He had me laughing in minutes. He’s always known what to say. What bothers him most now is not being able to use his hands. When will you update the story? It may take a while.

 I could ask the friend he calls David for an update, but I can’t tell stories like Mark. I’m obviously biased, but I think Mark is the funniest man I’ve ever met. When he and David Bid start, I laugh so hard I can hardly breathe. For now, I’ve told him to forget everything except getting well.

 But if he starts to get overwhelmed, I’ve told him I’ll act as his secretary, and he’ll dictate the story to me. I know he’ll finish it; he always finishes what he starts. I wish I had even a tenth of his discipline. Some have asked if they can send him cards or gifts or money to help with medical bills or lost income. Thank you so much for offering, but it’s not necessary.

 We’re in the UK, so luckily healthcare is free. He doesn’t want anyone’s money. If anyone feels the need to do something, there’s a charity we’ve supported for a long time called McMillan Cancer Support. You can donate; they always appreciate any amount, big or small. Wife’s post. He wrote the story about his friend David and a businessman he called the noisy idiot.

 Mark had been updating the story until he was involved in a car accident in January. At that point, he asked me to let everyone know he was injured and would update the story when he recovered. Sadly, just over a week after my last comment, Mark passed away.

 Everyone thought he was recovering, but without warning, he suddenly lost consciousness and died very quickly. The staff did everything they could to save him, but he had suffered a broken shoulder. They said it had likely been damaged during the accident, which is not uncommon in crashes.

 I’m sorry I didn’t update this sooner, but to be honest, I completely forgot about this website. Only when I went back to read Mark’s words again did I see how many people were waiting for Mark to finish the story. I don’t know how many will see this update, but if you know someone who was waiting for Mark to respond, please pass this along. Thank you.

 Thanks to the hundreds of people who left get-well messages for Mark. I’m so sorry I ignored them for so long, but I’ve been in a daze these past three months. Mark would undoubtedly have disapproved of me leaving everyone in limbo and would have told me off. Many thanks to the people who donated to McMillan Cancer Support, although it’s strange to see money donated to Mark’s handle.

 Finally, thanks to the moderators, one in particular, for helping me explain how I could inform everyone. May 24, 2020. I can’t thank you enough for the kind words and virtual hugs I’ve seen over the last day. I’ve cried for hours. It’s hard to explain what it means to grieve properly when you lose someone. Anyone who has lost a loved one probably understands.

 Because of your posts and messages, most of today has been a good cry. Your words have made me think about all of Mark’s wonderful qualities and all the reasons I loved him so much. I started writing the update and then abandoned it about eight times before finally finding some courage. I’m so glad I did.

 Thanks again to the moderator for the final push I needed. It also made me realize I want to do one more thing that Mark would have wanted. He always finished what he started. I’m going to talk to his friends and find out what happened. It’s already part of the story, but I’ll try to catch up on everyone’s results.

 I’m warning you in advance that it won’t be as Mark writes; it’ll just be the facts. I don’t have a shred of Mark’s talent for storytelling, but it’s clear from the comments that many people were hoping for a conclusion. The unvarnished facts will have to suffice. Please bear with me.

 I’m going to talk to the person he called David, who has been a real support to me this year. Hopefully he’ll be able to tell me everything. I’ll post the update as soon as I can. Thanks everyone. Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this has helped me. Edition of May 25, 2020. I had a better day yesterday, especially because of what you wrote. Today I woke up angry, and it hasn’t gone away.

 Today is a holiday in England, and I can’t stop thinking about what we’d be doing if Mark were here. He never missed a holiday. I’m angry because I lost the best person I’ve ever met. Just because some selfish idiot couldn’t wait to reply to a text. I can’t get over stupidity and injustice.

 He’ll go to prison, but only for a few years, and nothing will bring me back. Mark. Sorry, people, I just needed to get this off my chest. Please, please, please don’t use your phone while driving, and don’t tolerate it if you see others doing it. June 3, 2020. I’d like to mention two things. First, thank you to everyone who left a comment.

 The beautiful things you’ve said about Mark have lifted my spirits. I never imagined they would. That’s why it took me so long to let you know that Mark had passed away, but you helped me. Even when what you said was so moving that I broke down, which I’ve done dozens of times reading those wonderful words.

 Second, I apologize for not having responded to every comment yet. There are days when I feel like I could talk about Mark all day. Others, I can’t even think about him without breaking down. If I didn’t respond to your comment, it’s not that I didn’t read it; I’ve read them all. It’s just that I’ve been in a bad place at times and can’t reply.

 In the end, I’ll respond to all of them, just as I did, very slowly, with the cards at his funeral. From then on, I didn’t think I’d get to them all. It felt like I was climbing a mountain that kept getting bigger, but in the end, I responded to all 322 of them. Finishing what I start is one of the good habits I instilled in Mark.

 I just want to hear him call me Kariat again. Kariat isn’t my name, it’s a Welsh word meaning love. Edited July 27, 2020, at 3:10 a.m. Wow. I haven’t been online for a few days, and suddenly there are hundreds of messages. I can’t sleep again, and it occurred to me I’d update what happened to each of the people Mark wrote about.

 These are just the facts. It won’t have Mark’s humor or style. Just simple information, but it’s the best I can do and better than nothing. A construction manager, he started as planned in his new position on a distribution center construction project. Mark had already said what the construction manager and David didn’t like.

 Being on a permanent 18-month contract as a freelancer was a disadvantage compared to being an employee, but that was before the coronavirus. Afterward, most of the employees were laid off, some were put on unemployment, but the company contractually had to continue paying the project manager in full. What he thought was a bad thing turned out to be his saving grace.

 The noisy idiot. The last thing David could tell me about the noisy idiot is that he’s been forced to give up his stake in the company, so he no longer owns a third. He had to sign a personal liability agreement regarding his assets in case the total debts exceed the value of the company. As I understand it, yes.

 For example, the total bills for the noisy idiot’s mistakes are more than the company can afford to pay. So, the noisy idiot must pay the difference, even if it means losing his house. He had to give up his share because they couldn’t continue operating if he was involved. He needs them up and running to pay the lawyers.

 He hasn’t been charged with a crime yet, but it’s certain that he will be. It takes a long time to investigate and prepare before charging him, something to do with having to be ready to go to trial once he’s charged. It also emerged that in 2011 he received a warning for similar, though much smaller, damage to a listed building.

 David has been told that during the investigation, some irregularities were discovered by the local authority and referred to the British Revenue, and they are also investigating Stupid for VAT fraud. One of the first comments on Mark’s story said “expensive cup of coffee,” an understatement like few I’ve seen.

 The big news was supposed to be about the loud moron and the sexual assault (slash rape) of one of the assistant managers at the ACC offices in 2017, and the sexual harassment of other employees as well. The rape and assault did occur, but it wasn’t the loud moron; it was a former CFO. The rumors about sexual harassment of female staff didn’t pan out and turned out to be just that.

Rumors. David, financially and professionally, is probably one of the few who hasn’t been affected by the COVID-19 outbreak. Since he works alone and has no issues with social distancing, he’s carried on almost as usual. He says work is easier because, in his words, the usual stupid people aren’t around to trip over his equipment or hammer nails into his finished work. Personally, David isn’t doing so well.

 Outside of the family, David took Mar’s death worse than anyone. He tries not to show it in front of me. When he’s with me, he’s a rock. He’s saved me from myself. He’s one of the three people I feel I can truly vent to about Mark. Or so I thought.

 I spoke to David’s wife last week, and she was very sweet and understanding, but she had to tell me to ease up on David. He seems strong to me, but his wife says it’s destroying him. She knew he and Mark were good friends. She says he’s taken Mark’s death very hard. Throughout their entire marriage. She only saw him cry once when his dog died. She didn’t see him cry when his parents died.

She says he seems lost now and has cried several times. The worst thing is that when he cries, it’s after he’s seen me. I feel terrible. It’s obvious he was grieving, but I didn’t know he was carrying so much on him. I’m going to be more careful and stop using him as an outlet for all my pain. I wish she had told me sooner.

 Or maybe I should have realized it instead of being so selfishly focused on my own grief. That’s all I know about the updates. They’re waiting to see what they accuse this idiot of. If he’s guilty of damaging listed buildings, he could go to prison. If he’s guilty of VAT fraud, he’ll almost certainly go to prison.

 In any case, the fine will be six figures. David said he was wondering if he’d like jail coffee. He has a wicked sense of humor. Same-day edition at 5:30 a.m. When I logged in earlier, there were notifications for 512 private messages and comments. I don’t know where to begin.

 If you’ve written, please, please, please don’t think I’m ungrateful because I haven’t responded. At 3:10 a.m., I felt able to write, so I posted the update. Right now, I don’t think I can. I’ve been watching our wedding video. I thought it would make me feel better, but I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.

 Mark’s speech absolutely crushed me. He talked about when we first met and when he returned to the house he shared with other Royal Marines. One of them asked Mark, “What’s the joke? Then again, are you smiling about something? Come on, what’s so funny?” Mark said he couldn’t and wouldn’t explain.

 I just couldn’t stop smiling every time I thought about our date. He said he felt that way every time he thought about me. Our wedding day made me smile and brought a tear to my eye, but this morning broke me. I don’t think the pain is getting any easier. I think it’s getting worse. I can’t stand it. I feel it all over my body, and I can’t stop it lately.

 I just think, if I can’t have him back, I wish I was in the car with him. He was an atheist and always said, “This is all you have, so don’t even think about wasting it.” So I wouldn’t approve of him hurting me, so I don’t think I can. It’s just so hard to move on from this pain. I just want it to stop. I’m sorry for venting like this.

 I don’t dare say this to people I know because they care, but writing here is like yelling at a diary. My apologies to everyone. I’ll try to control myself, but I miss him so much and I can’t stop suffering. I don’t know what to do. August 31, 2020.

 Since the last update, I’ve responded to quite a few messages. Hundreds, but not all of them. I can’t read any more messages in the chat, but the screen says I still have 92 pending. If you didn’t receive a reply, you’re on that 92. Yesterday was our anniversary, August 30th. I was terrified, but when it arrived, it felt like a vacuum. I watched our wedding video. I cried. I responded to a few messages.

 Halfway through one, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the thought that all the happiness I’ll ever have in my life has already happened and is over. Everything I try to do in the future will be overshadowed by Mark. He should be here, but he isn’t. From now until I die, it’s just going to be about existing. Just breathing and watching the days go by. It seems so pointless.

 Without Mark, I don’t know if I can write more. Thank you to everyone who offered their help. You’re all lovely people. Hold on to the people you love as if you’ll lose them tomorrow. Don’t do what I did and assume you can stay in your little heavenly bubble forever.

 One careless idiot can snuff out everything you love in the blink of an eye and leave you with nothing left to look forward to. Goodbye. News of the accident on the BBC. A man died after a loaded tractor-trailer ploughed into his stationary car, an inquest heard. Mark Winston Roberts, 52, of Amblogen Angels, died after the collision on the Britannia Bridge on the A55, which happened earlier in the morning of January 20. Mr. Roberts’ car was hit from behind and pushed into another truck in front.

 The inquest heard in Carnarbon. The provisional cause of death was injuries to the neck and chest, said coroner Katy Suterland. North Wales police previously arrested a 38-year-old truck driver from Angela, who has since been released under investigation.

 In an earlier statement, Mr. Roberts’ family described him as a fun-loving man who will be missed.