I don’t mind if someone makes a mistake and breaks something, it’s a thing we all do. What I don’t like is when folk don’t give a shit and break something. I fitted some pipework earlier in the year, it was tricky to do, with multiple bends and angles and I was stand back-hand on hips-pleased when I finished it.
A bunch of builders have spend the past few weeks dropping masonry on it and knocked the shit out it. It’s all burst and needs replaced. The client is not amused, and aye, it’s a nice wee job for me to fix it, but that’s not really the point.
It brings back another instance where the painters came in over a weekend on another job and painted everything, pipework, radiators (including all the brand new thermostatic controls, instantly rendering them landfill), packaging, tool boxes… Their instructions were “Everything the same colour”. There’s taking an imperative to it’s logical conclusion and then there’s taking the piss.
Then another time we had cleaners who came onto a site and threw all the tools, fittings, workbenches and the like in a skip because they were told to “clear the place up”.
I recently discovered that my reaction to such items and even those further up the scale of annoyance is changing. Where anger and arm waving would have been employed, now I wear a wry smile and push a chunk of dismay around the plate at the end of the fork I use to poke at reality from arms length.
Hey, I’ve been a commited interventionist in my time and I’ve gotten nowhere. Holly is already cleverer that me, she can take the world on and a give it a proper slap in a few years time.