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Priced a job up a few weeks back, 2 small walls in a bathroom. Booked him in for Saturday(Sat just gone). Anyway could tell straight away this bloke was a loon. Twitching every 2 seconds and speaking to me about 2cm from my face.
Anyway turned up on Saturday and started tiling away, then i get a call from the wife that she has started bleeding (9 weeks pregnant). Told the customers wife i have to go (husband was at work) and get my mrs to the hospital asap, will leave my tools here and hopefully be back in a couple of hours or so, she was fine, "hope wife and baby are ok etc etc".
Get home and throw the wife in the car and set off, phone rings about 40 minutes after leaving the job and this is exacly how it went:
"hi is that Mat?"
"yeah"
"its Alan you are tiling my bathroom"
"Hi mate hopefully be back at your house as soon as possible"
"well im not happy"
"?????"
"i think im wasting my time with you"
"has your wife explained why i have had to leave so suddenly,? presume your wife has spoken to you thats why you are phoning."
"well i am pi***d off that you left"
"SORRY??????"
"you heard!"
"My wife is ill and pregnant and i am driving her to the hospital as we speak"
"Well if your mrs is ill or something is up with the kid that isn't my problem!"
BIG deep breaths!
"are you at home now Alan?"
"yes, i have just come home to sort this out because the wife phoned me to tell me you left"
"ok please stay there and i will be with you as soon as i can" (wanting to go and crack him)
"Don't bother, and you don't need to come back in the house i will put your tools outside for you"
LOST it by this time!
"if any of my tools are put on that street you will be picking your teeth up with broken fingers" (middle of Salford, tools would be gone within 20 seconds)
Hung up on me..
Finished at the hospital and drove straight down, hammered on the door. His wife answered and straight away said "Alan has gone back to work". Good job really because i wouldn't have stopped hitting the bloke
Grabbed my tools from upstairs (he didn't have the balls to throw them outside) scraped a full tub of White star into the sink and left.
Going around tomorrow with a invoice billed for a days rate for my waste of time, going to hit him if he pays or not to be honest.
(mrs is ok at the mo, got a scan in the morning to check that there is still a heart beat but hopefully everything ok)
So if i don't make any posts in the near future it means i am doing life for killing Alan!
Anyway turned up on Saturday and started tiling away, then i get a call from the wife that she has started bleeding (9 weeks pregnant). Told the customers wife i have to go (husband was at work) and get my mrs to the hospital asap, will leave my tools here and hopefully be back in a couple of hours or so, she was fine, "hope wife and baby are ok etc etc".
Get home and throw the wife in the car and set off, phone rings about 40 minutes after leaving the job and this is exacly how it went:
"hi is that Mat?"
"yeah"
"its Alan you are tiling my bathroom"
"Hi mate hopefully be back at your house as soon as possible"
"well im not happy"
"?????"
"i think im wasting my time with you"
"has your wife explained why i have had to leave so suddenly,? presume your wife has spoken to you thats why you are phoning."
"well i am pi***d off that you left"
"SORRY??????"
"you heard!"
"My wife is ill and pregnant and i am driving her to the hospital as we speak"
"Well if your mrs is ill or something is up with the kid that isn't my problem!"
BIG deep breaths!
"are you at home now Alan?"
"yes, i have just come home to sort this out because the wife phoned me to tell me you left"
"ok please stay there and i will be with you as soon as i can" (wanting to go and crack him)
"Don't bother, and you don't need to come back in the house i will put your tools outside for you"
LOST it by this time!
"if any of my tools are put on that street you will be picking your teeth up with broken fingers" (middle of Salford, tools would be gone within 20 seconds)
Hung up on me..
Finished at the hospital and drove straight down, hammered on the door. His wife answered and straight away said "Alan has gone back to work". Good job really because i wouldn't have stopped hitting the bloke
Grabbed my tools from upstairs (he didn't have the balls to throw them outside) scraped a full tub of White star into the sink and left.
Going around tomorrow with a invoice billed for a days rate for my waste of time, going to hit him if he pays or not to be honest.
(mrs is ok at the mo, got a scan in the morning to check that there is still a heart beat but hopefully everything ok)
So if i don't make any posts in the near future it means i am doing life for killing Alan!
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