The DIY and professional trades c*ck-up confessional
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Mojooo said:
sleep envy said:
Didn't get involved, D&B job so the contractor had to sort it out themselves.
I just pointed and laughed at them.
How can you fix it though - have 2 doors that are smaller? Or have the door goign the other way?I just pointed and laughed at them.
The only other sensible option is to go and fit a slightly narrower door so the arc is shortened.
Busy Monday morning, our phone customer service team manager calls up to say her PC won't turn on. I go down and diagnose a blown fuse on her desk riser (where the plugs are). Happens all the time, but we usually replace them after hours or with a colleague. No help for me today as it's super busy, and I want to get her up and working again asap.
I trace the power cord back to the wall, crawling under six desks, turn it off, unplug and return to the fuse. Jam my Leatherman pliers in to retrieve the faulty fuse and BANG!
I'm thrown back into someone on the phone to a customer. There's screaming, and half the PCs and phones turn off.
Yes, I'd traced the wrong cable, and now blown the fuses and main breaker for half the first floor. Somehow I was fine, my Leatherman was found under a desk about 30 feet away.
I trace the power cord back to the wall, crawling under six desks, turn it off, unplug and return to the fuse. Jam my Leatherman pliers in to retrieve the faulty fuse and BANG!
I'm thrown back into someone on the phone to a customer. There's screaming, and half the PCs and phones turn off.
Yes, I'd traced the wrong cable, and now blown the fuses and main breaker for half the first floor. Somehow I was fine, my Leatherman was found under a desk about 30 feet away.
Simpo Two said:
DeuxCentCinq said:
I'm thrown back into someone on the phone to a customer.
Other than the seriousness that post deserves...'I'm sorry, I need to hang up as an electrocuted IT bod has just landed in my lap'
Look after your remaining 8 lives...
Many years ago I'd been working in the garden of an elderly couple. Over a cup of tea, conversation turned to the matter of their chimney that needed to be swept. " I can sort that for you" I said with boundless optimism. So, I turn up several days later with a set of rods and a brush. I also took and old sheet and, here's the master-stroke, a wet and dry vacuum. The plan was to place the sheet over the hearth, place the suction tube appropriately to collect the soot, a nice easy job. On entering the room, I saw all the furniture and carpet sheeted over. "No need to worry" I told the lady, "I have my vacuum."
So, I set it all up, switch on the vacuum and start sweeping the chimney. All going well, I could hear the soot dropping down and I had remembered to turn the rods so as not to unscrew the brush. Unfortunately, I'd neglected to check the paper bag in the vacuum. There wasn't one. The consequence of this was that the vacuum, which had been so efficiently removing the soot from the hearth, had been filling the elderly couples front room.
For some reason, I was never invited back to sweep their chimney again.
So, I set it all up, switch on the vacuum and start sweeping the chimney. All going well, I could hear the soot dropping down and I had remembered to turn the rods so as not to unscrew the brush. Unfortunately, I'd neglected to check the paper bag in the vacuum. There wasn't one. The consequence of this was that the vacuum, which had been so efficiently removing the soot from the hearth, had been filling the elderly couples front room.
For some reason, I was never invited back to sweep their chimney again.
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