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waitingman) wrote2007-09-13 01:53 pm
waitingman) wrote2007-09-13 01:53 pm
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Special Delivery
The latest in an occasional series of work-related catastrophes.
About an hour ago, a delivery truck tried to back its way through our large roller door into the showroom... Doesn't anyone knock any more?!
Dopey driver then gets out of his cabin & walks around to the back of the truck, Subway sandwich in hand & says something along the lines of "Shit... didn't see that" Well ~ obviously!! Fortunately, in anticipation of his arrival, I'd moved all the stock away from the door, including the stuff he was to pick up from us, so no damage there... just a roller door with a big truck-shaped dent in it, half-hanging from its tracks.
Sounds like another job for my unqualified, yet skilled, labour. Break out the precision tools!!
A large mallet, a crowbar, a spanner set & a back-up hammer, just in case... Oh ~ & the inevitable tall ladder. Always need one of those for me to climb.
Banging the bejesus out of solid metal with a big Thor-style mallet is amazingly therapeutic. As was the phone call to "Managing Director"/Company Namesake to tell him what his stupid driver had done. Strangely, he only swore once (a lot less than I had by that point!). Stranger, he didn't allude to any of the 'issues' between us at the moment, nor did he try to blame me ~ as would be normal business practice. Anyway... with the judicious use of spanners & the not-so-subtle use of the aforementioned mallet & crowbar, I've managed to make the place secure. Which is a good thing, as I could picture me spending the evening here because they'd be too cheap to get either a real repairman, or a security guard.
I may go & hit it a few more times ~ it's cheaper than alcohol or therapy & let's face it, this place owes me a few bangs, crashes & injuries.
On a different note, would any aspiring photographers like to accompany me to this exhibition?
About an hour ago, a delivery truck tried to back its way through our large roller door into the showroom... Doesn't anyone knock any more?!
Dopey driver then gets out of his cabin & walks around to the back of the truck, Subway sandwich in hand & says something along the lines of "Shit... didn't see that" Well ~ obviously!! Fortunately, in anticipation of his arrival, I'd moved all the stock away from the door, including the stuff he was to pick up from us, so no damage there... just a roller door with a big truck-shaped dent in it, half-hanging from its tracks.
Sounds like another job for my unqualified, yet skilled, labour. Break out the precision tools!!
A large mallet, a crowbar, a spanner set & a back-up hammer, just in case... Oh ~ & the inevitable tall ladder. Always need one of those for me to climb.
Banging the bejesus out of solid metal with a big Thor-style mallet is amazingly therapeutic. As was the phone call to "Managing Director"/Company Namesake to tell him what his stupid driver had done. Strangely, he only swore once (a lot less than I had by that point!). Stranger, he didn't allude to any of the 'issues' between us at the moment, nor did he try to blame me ~ as would be normal business practice. Anyway... with the judicious use of spanners & the not-so-subtle use of the aforementioned mallet & crowbar, I've managed to make the place secure. Which is a good thing, as I could picture me spending the evening here because they'd be too cheap to get either a real repairman, or a security guard.
I may go & hit it a few more times ~ it's cheaper than alcohol or therapy & let's face it, this place owes me a few bangs, crashes & injuries.
On a different note, would any aspiring photographers like to accompany me to this exhibition?