on me todd.
So, I'm on my own in the stainless/non ferrous dept this week. (I don't know where we get off calling it a department...me and Ph...) Zanyways...yeah, I thought I'd have a quiet week. I knew there was a pre-fab job to go out, but that was supply only, so shouldn't have bothered me at all. And I had some bits to finish off for a stair...I thought I was on easy street.
On Friday, I asked what I should get on with this week. I was told to push the stair as far as poss.
Me: Yup, no worries. Have we got architect's drawings?
Tricky: No, it's our job, no architects.
Me: Well can I have our drawings then?
Tricky: We've got measurements of the hole. (the stair kites around twice, so it sort of goes around three walls)
Me: So can I have our drawings, for the design and everything?
Trciky: Er, no. It was too difficult to draw with the CAD software. You'll just have to work it out as you fabricate.
Me: .
..
....
.. ...... say....wha'?
It's too difficult for you to draw, in your nice office, with your new computer, with your high-tech CAD software...but we can fabricate it by working it all out with CHALK and lengths of steel that we use as rules on our benches. And, y'know, it's only a simple little thing. Only glass treads, glass landings, mild steel PPCd stringers and stainless steel with glass for the handrails. Only ZERO margin for error. (I mean, really, one millimetre out and we would be fucked.)
Nothing to it.
So I started that yesterday.
Today I had to go out onto site to the 'supply only' job and drill two holes. And then tap them. TWO HOLES. Because the TWO PEOPLE who were fitting the job couldn't DRILL TWO HOLES. Despite the fact that *they have been in the industry for longer than I have been alive*. And when I got there.....ooooooooooh, momma. They have fucked the entire balcony over, completely. Completely. They'd fitted three posts around one way, three around the opposite way, they've completely broken off the piece of wall they've fixed to at one end (but still left the balustrade screwed to the bit of wall which is no longer a part of the house) Everything is out of level, different heights, they've used about four different types of screws. They've used ZINC PLATED freakin' screws in a stainless job. And they're not the right size screws. And some are slot heads and others are posi-drive. And...well, when I got back I told SiBorg that he must never associate our name with that job.
Heh. He just shook his head as I reeled off the shame.
Tomorrow I got to be in the yard for 6am cuz I've got to go to London to weld up some handrails in a swimming pool. SiBorg doesn't see how water+People+welding doesn't really go. Anyway, there are worse ways to spend a day, I guess, than commuting about the place and trying to patch up some abortion of another firms fuck-ups in a swimming pool. I wonder f I should take my cozzy...I am slightly worried by the fact one picture was taken of something I'm meant to fix under the water. "It should be drained" SiBorg says. I feel so assured.
It's gone nine PM. It's Tuesday. There is no LOM. ::looks around:: What am I meant to do now??
On Friday, I asked what I should get on with this week. I was told to push the stair as far as poss.
Me: Yup, no worries. Have we got architect's drawings?
Tricky: No, it's our job, no architects.
Me: Well can I have our drawings then?
Tricky: We've got measurements of the hole. (the stair kites around twice, so it sort of goes around three walls)
Me: So can I have our drawings, for the design and everything?
Trciky: Er, no. It was too difficult to draw with the CAD software. You'll just have to work it out as you fabricate.
Me: .
..
....
.. ...... say....wha'?
It's too difficult for you to draw, in your nice office, with your new computer, with your high-tech CAD software...but we can fabricate it by working it all out with CHALK and lengths of steel that we use as rules on our benches. And, y'know, it's only a simple little thing. Only glass treads, glass landings, mild steel PPCd stringers and stainless steel with glass for the handrails. Only ZERO margin for error. (I mean, really, one millimetre out and we would be fucked.)
Nothing to it.
So I started that yesterday.
Today I had to go out onto site to the 'supply only' job and drill two holes. And then tap them. TWO HOLES. Because the TWO PEOPLE who were fitting the job couldn't DRILL TWO HOLES. Despite the fact that *they have been in the industry for longer than I have been alive*. And when I got there.....ooooooooooh, momma. They have fucked the entire balcony over, completely. Completely. They'd fitted three posts around one way, three around the opposite way, they've completely broken off the piece of wall they've fixed to at one end (but still left the balustrade screwed to the bit of wall which is no longer a part of the house) Everything is out of level, different heights, they've used about four different types of screws. They've used ZINC PLATED freakin' screws in a stainless job. And they're not the right size screws. And some are slot heads and others are posi-drive. And...well, when I got back I told SiBorg that he must never associate our name with that job.
Heh. He just shook his head as I reeled off the shame.
Tomorrow I got to be in the yard for 6am cuz I've got to go to London to weld up some handrails in a swimming pool. SiBorg doesn't see how water+People+welding doesn't really go. Anyway, there are worse ways to spend a day, I guess, than commuting about the place and trying to patch up some abortion of another firms fuck-ups in a swimming pool. I wonder f I should take my cozzy...I am slightly worried by the fact one picture was taken of something I'm meant to fix under the water. "It should be drained" SiBorg says. I feel so assured.
It's gone nine PM. It's Tuesday. There is no LOM. ::looks around:: What am I meant to do now??