Ho trovato in rete questa interessante lettera scritta ad uno dei suoi capi da un minatore della Aldwarke Main Colliery. Per informazione, la miniera di carbone nella quale lavorava John Smith che ha scritto questa lettera, venne chiusa nel 1961.
Stimatissimo Ingegnere, abbia per favore la pazienza di leggere questo mio sfogo serale, nulla di grave, non voglio allarmarla, ho solo voglia di sfogarmi e chiedere se quanto le racconterò è normale o se questo è veramente un mondo parallelo rispetto a quello that could be normal without any effort. Without the premise, the points that she knew I would have two. The first point has to do with the shifts. None of the complaints, for heaven's sake, I went back to dig in the vein I've known for years and I'm happy. I discovered, however, not having received the rounds to come, that when it is left at home or when out of turn, do not get any notification.
At this point the suspect. It will be the fault of Royal Mail or I will be out of turn? Inevitably, as serious people, there are two steps to the offices of Kilnhurst and it turns out that the postman was not wrong and that in fact it is "free / available for about a month. It 's normal in your opinion? It' s a system to make shifts respectful of employees, their commitment and their families? Maybe yes, maybe it's just me that I drive on these details, it would suffice in end a call as those who did good old Mr. Manager to avoid agitated, running in the direction to find their own destiny and able to communicate with his wife and children. Or we should adapt, not ask questions, do not ask why the shifts do not come and go to do your own thing, indeed, in this way could "not get" even a shift that does not want, right? But it is not right that the kinds impropriety impropriety, says the pastor, Reverend Blacksmith the Sunday sermon, and then I do not think I will adopt this system to be smart but, God forgive me, some clever deserve.
The second point concerns the marriage. Can a minor get married? Asked about the new director, Mr. Hen said that those who have such needs should change professions. I take note. The fact is that I was asked to leave in June. I have not been told no and it is obviously not. Nothing, I just got the shift from which I discovered to be in service for the requested period. His wife has been patient, has canceled his vacation and her colleagues down the pub, a former patient that he had to fix them. I asked again for October. My wife waited until after he had requested the leave not having received my application for leave NEGATIVE NO RESPONSE. And instead, for a week of the alleged departure to Blackpool came to be discovered and shifts in turn. The great thing is that my mate down the tunnel, Mr. Fraser, who had not asked for leave, turn out to be out for a month. I went from Mr.Hen and was wondering if by chance they had confused the names. Responded negatively. My wife, a saint, but taking it very badly and not being able not to take leave, decided not to send me where I have deserved, and made his leave at home while I worked. Now the thing that if it was happening it is incredible is that, having received all the rounds today, I find miners requested the office to be out of turn .... for almost a month .... the little time that I had requested and was denied. In return, Mr. Fraser, work, thereby removing the doubt that the exchange in person a few weeks ago had a logic due to the attainment of 2000 hours of presence in the gallery. No logic .... no ..... As I leave this evening to vent her kindly wanted to read to the end, you may, please, make a phone call to my wife and explain some logic that escapes me now? Otherwise I'll pretend to be on duty, I have no courage to tell her I'll be home for a mese, ad un mese dalla domanda ferie ignorata....è una santa ma non fino a questo punto per cui non mi resterà che fingere e scendere ugualmente in miniera. La ringrazio per l'attenzione e le auguro una buona notte nella speranza che si possa presto tornare ad una parvenza di normalità. Dio salvi la Regina, e la miniera.
John Smith
