So I have some carpenters finiahing off my shed today. Putting up an old roller door and cladding the shed in weatherboard.
I get home tonight after a particularly long stressful day, look at my shed and something isnt right. The profile of the weatherboard is wrong. Look at it over and over. Hmm timber merchant must have supplied the wrong gear. Nah tag says its correct. Look at the website and cant find this profile.
Hmmm then i take two offcuts inside and realise the dumbies PUT IT ON BACKWARDS......FFS!!!!!
Anyone else have some good tradie stories...
Tradies = Australian batsman today - great story - check the English tabloid headlines tom !
Hope you sort out your dramas McHenry.
Are you sure they are tradies. Some people call themselves that and are trained monkeys.
Mate, that is pathetic. I'm a drafty and have been involved with the housing industry for a long time and I've never seen or heard that happening. I think they can take the boards off and replace and do again.
Nah boards are stuffed.
I supplied the boards. They will be supplying the second lot.
They were the carpenters on my house reno. Good guys. Cut my new roof into existing so they know whats up. Did all the first and second fix including floor repairs etc
Just always used the hardie plank. Never the design pine ones. They are embarrassed and i feel for them.
Still have to pay their labour though.
I will throw up some pics of the finished product next week.
I do recall as a 1st year apprentice chippy that I used this really old table as a bench while I was jig sawing some plywood. Unfortunately I cut a fair bit off the table.
No probs I thought as it was a really old table.
I think that was the first time I heard the word "antique".
We had this d1ckhead concreter run the agle towards the front door on level ground. So as soon as it rained you were stepping out into a puddle. Had to fight for 9 weeks to get him to come back & fix it. Actually removed the whole block & dumped it on the vacant block next door. Then had to fight another shorter battle to get him to send in a bob cat to clean it up...I've reviewed his services online...
I managed to accumulate a few stories that would be the opposite of this, in other words, incompetent customers.
N.B. Scotty version;
Customers dumb sometimes
The General Manager
Many years ago a colleague named Randy got an after hours callout to attend an office warehouse complex out near Balcktown because the Air Conditioning was not working.
It was a heatwave day and it took him a long time to get there, once on site the GM took Randy aside and tore him a new assehole for taking so long and then told him to fix it ASAP "or else!!!!!"
After about 10 minutes or so, Randy came back to the GM with his docket book in hand and said to the GM, "this building does not have any air conditioning, I suggest you open the windows, can you please sign my work docket? you owe me 4 hours at double time, have a nice day"
Back at the pub, Randy told us that he was pretty sure the other people in the office knew there was no AC, only ventilation, and they simply did not bother to tell this new GM because he was such a complete and utter turd.
The Precious office worker
Whenever the AC breaks down in any office, the first thing everyone demands is temporary AC unit, basically all these are, are a small window unit inside a box with a supply vent on one side and an exhaust duct on the other side. If you can get that exhaust vent to blow out a window or a door, then they may be of some use, but in a high rise building this can't usually be done, so the hot exhaust just goes back into the office.
Some people may say "so what" at least you're getting the cooling effect, and yes you are, but the trouble with that is, you're getting more heating than cooling, usually by a factor of about 1.25, so to produce 1 kW of refrigerating effect, you will produce up to 1.25 kW of heating. It's all to do with a thing called "Heat of Compression".
There was a time when I would vigorously try to talk tenants out of using them, but now I just give in, get them, and wait for the complaints to come in about them making things worse.
Worse, that is, for everyone except, the insufferable, overly precious fat chic who complains the most and demanded that it be placed right next to her work station blowing the cool air directly onto her fat arse, while the rest of the office suffers with the exhaust heat and most likely the wafting stench of her big old poontag.
They are paying for the weatherboard.
It took them 2.5 hours to put up the weather board.
I guess the labour thing is just being a nice guy.