Working Saturday morning pisses me off. We are in the middle of fitting a tilt hitch on an excavator at work at the moment. It has been a fill in job for the last 6 or so weeks. The boss wasn't in a rush, no particular time frame set for the job, just work on it when there is nothing else in the shop. Now he has decided it must be ready for work first thing monday morning.
We are close, and would have been done if the lazy #$%* of a hydraulic fitter had turned up when he had said he would to make the hoses. He said, "I'll be round at 1 to get those hoses done." Even though he has been coming for the last two #$%*ing days to do the job.
Well the old prick didn't #$%*ing turn up till about half 3, because his son turned up at his house and he decided to stop for a spot of lunch. Must have been a #$%*ing good lunch. It then took him till gone 4 to stop chatting with whoever would listen to him and get to making the hoses. I was there till nigh on half 6 tonight and I have to go back tomorrow to finish up. There is thankfully only tidying up to do to finish it up, but still a few hours.
What I want to know is, who the #$%* shows up to start a job at after 3 on a Friday afternoon. #$%*ing wankers.