What a weekend (and Monday)!

[villa_tom]

It does get to you.
You need to develop the ninja tactic for getting the sorry we missed you card through the door!

Ive got it down to a tee tamz. I'm a real stealth gas man when I need to be. A feather could knock a door harder than I do sometimes. Especially if I don't like the look of the place I'm going to leave the van outside of for an hour or so.
my next trick will be trying to turn the sorry we missed you card into a paper plane and flying it through the door without stopping the van. Give me a few more years and I won't even have to leave the house in the morning.

 

[tamz]

went to one house, floor covered in cat muck and lady of the house walking in it in bare feet, yuk

Reminds me of one a couple of years back.
I had a contract renewing the external drains and gutters on probably the worst street in the region. It was in the winter and was snowing and the boy was connecting up the inside stuff while his tradesman was doing the outside. The lad shouts out the window, Brian you come in and do this one, it's too cold for you out there. Brian went in and the bathroom floor was covered in dog shyt.
Now Brian was a nice enough bloke, if you knew him, but he would cause a fight in an empty room!
So, he walks through to the living room where the guy is lying in his boxers watching daytime telly and says come here! The Guy walked through to the bathroom and Brian says "what is this" pointing at the dogs mess. The guy says "it's not mine"
Brian went off like a banger shouting "i don't care who's it is! i'm going out to the van for stuff and when i come back it better be picked up and scrubbed clean or i'll rub yer f...ing head in it.....and get some trousers on or i'll stick this bit inch and half up yer a..."
The guy was on his hands and knees (with his trousers on) scrubbing it with bleach when he came back in :lol:

 

[villa_tom]

Reminds me of one a couple of years back.
I had a contract renewing the external drains and gutters on probably the worst street in the region. It was in the winter and was snowing and the boy was connecting up the inside stuff while his tradesman was doing the outside. The lad shouts out the window, Brian you come in and do this one, it's too cold for you out there. Brian went in and the bathroom floor was covered in dog shyt.
Now Brian was a nice enough bloke, if you knew him, but he would cause a fight in an empty room!
So, he walks through to the living room where the guy is lying in his boxers watching daytime telly and says come here! The Guy walked through to the bathroom and Brian says "what is this" pointing at the dogs mess. The guy says "it's not mine"
Brian went off like a banger shouting "i don't care who's it is! i'm going out to the van for stuff and when i come back it better be picked up and scrubbed clean or i'll rub yer f...ing head in it.....and get some trousers on or i'll stick this bit inch and half up yer a..."
The guy was on his hands and knees (with his trousers on) scrubbing it with bleach when he came back in :lol:

The world needs more Brian's!
If these people had someone like him telling them a few home truths then they would have more respect.

 

[tamz]

I have loads of stories about Brian on that job. He was just the perfect man for the job.

 

[Mike Jackson]

I used to do a lot of social housing work. You could tell the employment status of the tenants by the state of the property. Those that were working and had little time to clean and tidy generally had immaculate houses. The properties where 2 or more people were unemployed and had al the time in the world were generally filthy.

There was one property I used to visit where, on first glance, it looked like lino throughout the property. When you looked a bit closer you could see the tufts of carpet at the edges. There was a trail from the kitchen to their chairs and the bedroom of grease trodden into the carpet. I used to use a disposable dust sheet to kneel on and put my tools on whilst I serviced the back boiler.