Bats...in the leg?
I've only got three urgent jobs on. nowt much. So it's all FINE when the boss announces (suddenly, at 12) that I'm going to site at 1. Yay. So I have to run about organising other people to do my jobs, and have an early lunch, and head off.
Stuff happens on site, some goes well, most doesn't.
Boss: "What the...it should fucking go together, it went together, I thought this would be fucking simple..." (it's never gone together again, ever, not once, so how he thought this would suddenly change this time I don't know).
Anyway, we're nearly there, but a bit the Boss has packed out, now requires un-packing. I suggest getting something long and just tapping the packs out. He decides he would rather DANGLE inside the steel leg (now entirely clad in Brass), upside down, with just his legs on the steel roof structure, and remove the packs. I say something along the lines of 'don't get stuck'.
DON'T GET STUCK. simple.
Guess what happens next, go on, go on...
Yeah. He not only got stuck, he then had a panic attack about being stuck, so I'm attempting first aid through a sheet of brass, with him stuck, upside down, and announcing he's going to puke...
Eventually he got himself out (I got the boy to jump up in case he needed help, but told him not to touch the boss without the Boss asking him - the last thing you need when headfirst and stuck in a small dark space is someone randomly grabbing your legs!) And talked the boss through breathing and calming down.
We went home after that...
but back tomorrow. and the day after.
Stuff happens on site, some goes well, most doesn't.
Boss: "What the...it should fucking go together, it went together, I thought this would be fucking simple..." (it's never gone together again, ever, not once, so how he thought this would suddenly change this time I don't know).
Anyway, we're nearly there, but a bit the Boss has packed out, now requires un-packing. I suggest getting something long and just tapping the packs out. He decides he would rather DANGLE inside the steel leg (now entirely clad in Brass), upside down, with just his legs on the steel roof structure, and remove the packs. I say something along the lines of 'don't get stuck'.
DON'T GET STUCK. simple.
Guess what happens next, go on, go on...
Yeah. He not only got stuck, he then had a panic attack about being stuck, so I'm attempting first aid through a sheet of brass, with him stuck, upside down, and announcing he's going to puke...
Eventually he got himself out (I got the boy to jump up in case he needed help, but told him not to touch the boss without the Boss asking him - the last thing you need when headfirst and stuck in a small dark space is someone randomly grabbing your legs!) And talked the boss through breathing and calming down.
We went home after that...
but back tomorrow. and the day after.