On the flip side. There was an older toolmaker when I was in the toolroom, who was the last person to go through the apprenticeship program there before they ditched it. He said he'd applied and had a date for an interview in an afternoon, so on the appointed day he took half a day off his current job, went home, showered, dressed up and appeared for the interview. Personnel said, "So sorry, but the manager had to go out this afternoon to get cake and ice cream for his son's birthday party this evening. Could you possibly come back next week?"
The guy said that he could, so the following week took another half a day, got the interview, and got the apprenticeship. But it always griped him that they'd wasted his time and didn't even have the courtesy to call him ahead and reschedule. So he's now worked for the company for probably 30 years and told me that whenever he's wasting time somewhere, he feels like he's getting his own back. Now who do you think was coming out ahead on that? I'm sure he wasted WAY more time over those years than the few hours the company screwed him out of. Just saying, there are fuckups on both sides.
I'd never trivialize suicide, even if I couldn't verify someone's story. I had a friend with medical problems and while I was keeping him company in the hospital he began talking about taking his own life. He'd attempted it once before and spent some time in lockup so asked me to promise not to tell on him. Okay. Further, since he didn't have a computer in the room, he wondered if I could research some methods for him. Shit, where do you go from there? I did sneak around to the hospital social workers and ask if they'd just stop by, visit and do an assessment keeping me out of it. I don't think they ever did, I hemmed and hawed about research, but did get him home when he checked himself out AMA. The next day he did successfully hang himself using the car hoist in the shop. I really hated it, but understood too what he was facing. He'd just had an abdominal operation he wasn't recovering well from. He needed another on his esophagus and one on his back and he'd had knee problems from childhood. At retirement age he couldn't do any of the stuff he'd wanted to later in life. I did chicken out and asked another of his friends to maybe check on him. If I'd checked and called the police they'd probably have questions and I'm not that good a liar.