What's pi$$ed me off today.........!!

Getting Ogy back from the welder in not what I'd especially call "finished" condition.
All the welds need finishing and filling, the rear valance I'm pretty sure I could of done a better job of with limited practise.
Topping it off was today, while cleaning up a piece in the bonnet catch, noticing the texture changed and upon investigation finding that it was adjacent to a pice of filler about 90mm x 40mm.

The filler itself is annoying what irks me is that he has welded the hole I wanted directly next to it, in fact butting against the filler so impossible not to have noticed as of course it wouldn't have bonded to it (and smelt as it burnt off) but said nothing about it or perhaps took some initiative and fixed it at the same time.

On the upside, at least I've got a new hobby - learning to weld!

 

Didn't stop you from doing,,, errrrr, a bit more in places on the way back though did it

 

She's very strong, Les.

 

Just as annecdotal follow up to this; today I find the weld not only doesn't cover the entire boot lip, ie. there's a small hole (now a small wet hole) and the edge of the weld has cracked.

Some days it takes so much energy to smile.

 

You really should be kicking arse about this!

 

I should be complaining, I shouldn't be giving the same people who spent weeks doing the work previously and fouling it up, second chances, I should be doing a lot of things.

Don't have the energy though.
Ce la vie.

 

Ditto

 

Bugger weather

 

Got caught out in it this morning. Spent ages drying the VN

 

That'll teach you to wake the good people of Eastbourne with all that racket.

 

The work I had intended to do today has been knocked sideways and postponed again by the lazy, good-for-nothing slackers in [the company which makes cores for our building panels] who accepted our order for core blocks on the 5th of April, confirmed that our desired delivery date of 11th June to the laminator was satisfactory and have faffed and fannied and fiddled and now tell me they will take a further week and a half to complete the order. It is my fault for failing to ‘build in a little leeway’. It is also my fault for not knowing they only schedule production when the raw EPS material arrives with them. I have to understand, apparently, that they give preference to others who place orders with them weekly.

I hereby put myself forward for the Diplomacy in Commerce Gold medal. I did not inform the Managing Director of [said Moulding Company] that he is a lying, meretricious, conniving product of the unholy union of two non-hominids, though I freely confess I was sorely tempted. For this restraint alone, I believe I am worthy of the afore-mentioned award. Not only did I hold back from this emotional explosion, but I appealed to him that I did not think it right that I should be made to feel I have sinned here (‘Oh, I’m not saying that’). I suggested a couple of practical steps by which he could mitigate the calamitous effect of his firm’s ineptitude.

He had the gall, the sheer brass neck to say that he was ‘reluctant to engage in those several more steps’. If the awarding committee is still wavering over my choice as this year’s winner, may I support my application by affirming that I told the man I should be most grateful if he could manage to do these things as they will mitigate the delay. He promised to look into it.

It is perhaps a good thing that there was a distance of several hundred miles separating us physically. I am not normally driven to violence by bare-faced indolence and cheek. It would have been only the realisation that letting myself plant my fist squarely into his face would have ruled me out of the running for the prestigious 2012 D.I.C. Award that might have kept him physically unharmed.

 

This hug is for you, Rich, all for you.

 

Steady on there, old chap... A bloke's got 'is pride you know! But the thought is generous.

 

Oooh...fisticuffs in Tunny Wells. Unheard of.

 

Getting a bloody nail in my rear tyre on return journey from poker run, now off the road until Tuesday

 

A bloody nail? Were you fighting?