its not a bar until there is a black cat in the rafters.
I feel like a drink my friends, later today the shit is truely going to hit the fan. just had to cancel a job. wrong tools not and thought out. the head of windows and doors (NOT my boss - thanks FIGJAM) has failed to order the right things for replacing glass in a walkway, its not my fault but ,oh it's all going to go off - about £3000 to have the road closed and hire a cherry picker. However it should of been BOTH lanes AND all of the pathway, plus a hydraulic suction lifter for the glass. He failed to get anyone to look at the outside of the glass so failed to see the metal strip at the top we couldn't take off. it's going to be just awful, though if it gets vicious i will just take it the owner and point out as best i can the things i said should of been done and even that we shouldn't have even quoted for the job.
well Gin and tonic for me please. it seems the rum is all gone. Why is the rum always gone?
cheerful, competent, strong, and completely unconcerned.