tea leafs, workaday and millionaires.
Yesterday I didn't post anything coherent owing to LOM ending.
But now back to the usual boring stuff...
Yesterday Ph and I went up to Crawley after work and fetched up a load of lockers for everyone back in the yard. Most of us have old lockers - but many of them don't lock, and they're sorta a useless design. But as we don't get given buggeryfuck at work, no one can do anything about it unless we can find free stuff...this lot came free from GlaxoSmithKline, as they're replacing everything, and we know a guy who knows a guy...
So now my bench looks like this (hey, they won't be this clean forever, enjoy it!)
My workspace is a little bit messy right now, but it's cos I've got an annoyingly stupid contract on.
Anyways, today, in the midst of trying to love lockers in/out/pick all the locks etc. Ph and I were sent out on site. This was pretty sweet, as it's a lovely day and we were outside. But JEEEEEZ, the house we were sent to was big. I mean, for central Brighton. It was all modern - white and smooth lines and a lot of glass. And it's on the market for THREE AND A HALF MILLION POUNDS. For that amount of money I'd want a FUCK of a lot more than it's got, I tell ya. Anyway, the guy living there right now is a bit of a knob, by all accounts. He made his cash through owning strip joints. We weren't allowed inside at all, but we walked all around it shoving out faces up against the glass.
And Tricky was once again clearly on crack when measuring up, cos we had to make several adjustments to the design - it just plain didn't fit. But it was all ok. And I think I may have started my builder-tan for the year.
When I got back I noticed that my tranny was playing up a bit - so I opened it up to find most of the innards have melted up. I did a quick re-wire of the bits I could pluck from the goop, but lots of it I just had to leave. It hasn't tripped out the power or anything, so I guess I'll leave it at that for now.
See, there are screws and connections under that white blob of melted plastic...somewhere.
I've made a little shim so I can now pick all the locks to the lockers. Not that I'm used to do doing such things XD But it did only take me about ten seconds to get the first one open, out, lock barrel out and replaced with one to which I actually have a key.
And to think my tutors atborstal secondary school said I had a criminal mind...
On the subject of which,
Yeah...Gene, Ray and Chris in 1981 (the year I was born zomg). Fab. In London...Hmm, okay...with an audi quattro "Fire up the Quattro, Ray" is already a catchphrase!..FAB.
With a time-travelling bird who will annoy Gene...errr...okay, I'll wait. I'm willing to be convinced.
And Ray has a 'tight perm'.....RRiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhhhhhht. This one I really will have to wait and see. I mean, I don't normally like 'taches...and Ray's was fecking sexy as all hell, so, if anyone can make it work..(and Doyle IS my favourite....) But what do the writers have against Dean Andrews just having regular hair!? Poor guy.
Plus, random things of the day:
On site....An old lady, seeing me walking down the drive with some 110 leads over my shoulder and the sds..."Oh! Can I just come and have a look around? It must be fantastic..."
Me: "Well, no, not really, cos it's someone's house."
OL: "Not just a quick look? I only want to see how lovely it is?"
Me: "Someone lives here, I can't let you look around - I've only just started work here myself, and I haven't been inside."
OL: "But it must be amazing. Can't I even just come down there with you?"
DUDE...It's SOMEONE'S HOUSE. I don't pitch up on your front doorstep and ask to have a shufty around your lounge, do I?
Second random thing: COming home, going down to the basement area to lock my bike up...and finding our PsYchO caretaker wandering around with an air pistol (i think) with a silencer on it...I was like "Dude, who pissed you off?"
He didn't answer...better that I don't know probably, as he's a psycho drug dealing maniac. Although I do get on with him very well, having said that, and he's only been psycho to me once.
But now back to the usual boring stuff...
Yesterday Ph and I went up to Crawley after work and fetched up a load of lockers for everyone back in the yard. Most of us have old lockers - but many of them don't lock, and they're sorta a useless design. But as we don't get given buggeryfuck at work, no one can do anything about it unless we can find free stuff...this lot came free from GlaxoSmithKline, as they're replacing everything, and we know a guy who knows a guy...
So now my bench looks like this (hey, they won't be this clean forever, enjoy it!)
My workspace is a little bit messy right now, but it's cos I've got an annoyingly stupid contract on.
Anyways, today, in the midst of trying to love lockers in/out/pick all the locks etc. Ph and I were sent out on site. This was pretty sweet, as it's a lovely day and we were outside. But JEEEEEZ, the house we were sent to was big. I mean, for central Brighton. It was all modern - white and smooth lines and a lot of glass. And it's on the market for THREE AND A HALF MILLION POUNDS. For that amount of money I'd want a FUCK of a lot more than it's got, I tell ya. Anyway, the guy living there right now is a bit of a knob, by all accounts. He made his cash through owning strip joints. We weren't allowed inside at all, but we walked all around it shoving out faces up against the glass.
And Tricky was once again clearly on crack when measuring up, cos we had to make several adjustments to the design - it just plain didn't fit. But it was all ok. And I think I may have started my builder-tan for the year.
When I got back I noticed that my tranny was playing up a bit - so I opened it up to find most of the innards have melted up. I did a quick re-wire of the bits I could pluck from the goop, but lots of it I just had to leave. It hasn't tripped out the power or anything, so I guess I'll leave it at that for now.
See, there are screws and connections under that white blob of melted plastic...somewhere.
I've made a little shim so I can now pick all the locks to the lockers. Not that I'm used to do doing such things XD But it did only take me about ten seconds to get the first one open, out, lock barrel out and replaced with one to which I actually have a key.
And to think my tutors at
On the subject of which,
Yeah...Gene, Ray and Chris in 1981 (the year I was born zomg). Fab. In London...Hmm, okay...with an audi quattro "Fire up the Quattro, Ray" is already a catchphrase!..FAB.
With a time-travelling bird who will annoy Gene...errr...okay, I'll wait. I'm willing to be convinced.
And Ray has a 'tight perm'.....RRiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhhhhhht. This one I really will have to wait and see. I mean, I don't normally like 'taches...and Ray's was fecking sexy as all hell, so, if anyone can make it work..(and Doyle IS my favourite....) But what do the writers have against Dean Andrews just having regular hair!? Poor guy.
Plus, random things of the day:
On site....An old lady, seeing me walking down the drive with some 110 leads over my shoulder and the sds..."Oh! Can I just come and have a look around? It must be fantastic..."
Me: "Well, no, not really, cos it's someone's house."
OL: "Not just a quick look? I only want to see how lovely it is?"
Me: "Someone lives here, I can't let you look around - I've only just started work here myself, and I haven't been inside."
OL: "But it must be amazing. Can't I even just come down there with you?"
DUDE...It's SOMEONE'S HOUSE. I don't pitch up on your front doorstep and ask to have a shufty around your lounge, do I?
Second random thing: COming home, going down to the basement area to lock my bike up...and finding our PsYchO caretaker wandering around with an air pistol (i think) with a silencer on it...I was like "Dude, who pissed you off?"
He didn't answer...better that I don't know probably, as he's a psycho drug dealing maniac. Although I do get on with him very well, having said that, and he's only been psycho to me once.