My boss is a wanker.
Today I turned up to work at about 0720, clocked on, found that Ph had left me the lotto paperwork, so chased everyone up for their subs, put the kettle on, made a mug of coffee...all the usual.
Then found that, as requested, Ph had left the architect's drawings for two stair gates I'm about to make on the end of my bench. I unfold them, I look at them.
They're on crack. They tell me NOTHING. According to them, I have a double gate at the bottom, and half a gate at the top (as in, it isn't drawn to actually cross the whole walkway...just goes halfway. WTF?
So I head upstairs to ask. And find myself faced with a huge lecture on how I should have asked these questions yesterday, when I phoned Ph (on MY mobile - no company paying for the phonecalls or anything)...so I pointed out that before I'd seen the drawings I couldn't psychically KNOW what to ask about. Then I get a lecture on how Ph should have asked on site...well, dude, don't tell ME that. And then SiBorg makes out that phoning up the site agent is like the HARDEST thing ever. Because obviously picking up the phone on your desk is liek whoah!!! I point out that I've turned up to work on time, ready and willing to do my job...and if he won't tell me what to fucking make I may have well stayed in bed. Cunt. And to imply it's our fault, when they have QUOTED on the job - but don't actually know what they're quoting for - is ridiculous. They should glance at the drawing and KNOW it doesn't contain enough info to fabricate. They really are useless tossers.
I got in a strop and had a brutal tidy up of all the stainless racks. Then a steel lorry arrived. Having nothing better to do I was the second person out there, so LankyJam and I go to take down the fence panel. He notices I'm not my usual cheery self XD and starts going "Smile then, what's wrong, smiiiile...." And a middle aged lady walks by and says "Maybe she's not very happy because it's so cold?" So I look straight at her and say "No, it's because my boss is a fucking wanker." She looked a little shocked.
I finally got the measurements some time later - and the first ones were on crack, but these new ones are quite possibly lethal to the wee kiddies in the nursery school. I mean, big steel gates, with clear glass panels in the middle of them...on sprung self-closers...and with NO slam plates. This means when someone walks through them they'll swing to and fro like saloon doors in the old west...taking out kids left right and centre. Cos kids won't notice the glass, or the fact it's flying towards their faces.
We spent all day having big slanging matches in the yard, just winding each other up like mad. It's picky picky picky, never giving anyone a moment of rest. We're so bad to each other. Today ended up with hammers and plates of steel being thrown across the workshop XD Lots of shouting etc. People need to chill out - the more you react the more we pick. Everyone's been through it.
It sure is getting cold already - and I back to going to work in the dark, coming home in the dark. Yeuch.
Hilarious moment of the day - watching a video taken on a mobile phone of one of our fitters drilling a hole (another instance of our firm being SHIT at sorting out jobs. There is no scaffold around the place they need to drill a hole, and no way of getting a ladder in there.) It's quite a few stories up...so LilMatty gets in a fall-arrest harness (these are only designed to save you if you fall...they are not proper harnesses that you can hang on), ties a rope around his waist and launches himself off the next level of scaffs up...then NooMatt catches the rope that's tied around him. LilMatty has an SDS drill too...so NooMatt pulls him across the gap to the spot where the hole needs to be, then Stig used a broomstick to shove LilMatt toward the wall, as obviously he can't get any pressure behind the drill otherwise. I mean, if they'd have been caught our firm would have been thrown off site, sued, the guys would probably be sacked...choas would have reigned. Or, alternatively, LilMatt could have fallen to his death. Ho hum.
SiBorg would have been more angry had the job not been done though.
Then found that, as requested, Ph had left the architect's drawings for two stair gates I'm about to make on the end of my bench. I unfold them, I look at them.
They're on crack. They tell me NOTHING. According to them, I have a double gate at the bottom, and half a gate at the top (as in, it isn't drawn to actually cross the whole walkway...just goes halfway. WTF?
So I head upstairs to ask. And find myself faced with a huge lecture on how I should have asked these questions yesterday, when I phoned Ph (on MY mobile - no company paying for the phonecalls or anything)...so I pointed out that before I'd seen the drawings I couldn't psychically KNOW what to ask about. Then I get a lecture on how Ph should have asked on site...well, dude, don't tell ME that. And then SiBorg makes out that phoning up the site agent is like the HARDEST thing ever. Because obviously picking up the phone on your desk is liek whoah!!! I point out that I've turned up to work on time, ready and willing to do my job...and if he won't tell me what to fucking make I may have well stayed in bed. Cunt. And to imply it's our fault, when they have QUOTED on the job - but don't actually know what they're quoting for - is ridiculous. They should glance at the drawing and KNOW it doesn't contain enough info to fabricate. They really are useless tossers.
I got in a strop and had a brutal tidy up of all the stainless racks. Then a steel lorry arrived. Having nothing better to do I was the second person out there, so LankyJam and I go to take down the fence panel. He notices I'm not my usual cheery self XD and starts going "Smile then, what's wrong, smiiiile...." And a middle aged lady walks by and says "Maybe she's not very happy because it's so cold?" So I look straight at her and say "No, it's because my boss is a fucking wanker." She looked a little shocked.
I finally got the measurements some time later - and the first ones were on crack, but these new ones are quite possibly lethal to the wee kiddies in the nursery school. I mean, big steel gates, with clear glass panels in the middle of them...on sprung self-closers...and with NO slam plates. This means when someone walks through them they'll swing to and fro like saloon doors in the old west...taking out kids left right and centre. Cos kids won't notice the glass, or the fact it's flying towards their faces.
We spent all day having big slanging matches in the yard, just winding each other up like mad. It's picky picky picky, never giving anyone a moment of rest. We're so bad to each other. Today ended up with hammers and plates of steel being thrown across the workshop XD Lots of shouting etc. People need to chill out - the more you react the more we pick. Everyone's been through it.
It sure is getting cold already - and I back to going to work in the dark, coming home in the dark. Yeuch.
Hilarious moment of the day - watching a video taken on a mobile phone of one of our fitters drilling a hole (another instance of our firm being SHIT at sorting out jobs. There is no scaffold around the place they need to drill a hole, and no way of getting a ladder in there.) It's quite a few stories up...so LilMatty gets in a fall-arrest harness (these are only designed to save you if you fall...they are not proper harnesses that you can hang on), ties a rope around his waist and launches himself off the next level of scaffs up...then NooMatt catches the rope that's tied around him. LilMatty has an SDS drill too...so NooMatt pulls him across the gap to the spot where the hole needs to be, then Stig used a broomstick to shove LilMatt toward the wall, as obviously he can't get any pressure behind the drill otherwise. I mean, if they'd have been caught our firm would have been thrown off site, sued, the guys would probably be sacked...choas would have reigned. Or, alternatively, LilMatt could have fallen to his death. Ho hum.
SiBorg would have been more angry had the job not been done though.