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Sniper

2nd August 2006, 14:32

I had to crack up when I got to work today because of what I have heard of what I branch in greymouth did. Bit of history before I start though.

We set up a branch in greymouth at the start of last year. The initial manager cause more problems than any person I have ever met and I lost count of the times I went over there to fix something or another. (And I have still not been on the Tranz Alpine). Anyway, on her terms, she left us and we were manageless and used to send people over if anyone was due off the train for a car.
Then we got D (Not dangerous). Now if you can imagine a walking, talking, smelly panda, you have D. Harmeless as a mouse,he was appinted manager. He fitted in perfectly on the West Coast and Im sure if you dropped him in Stalingrad he wouldnt be out of place at all. Apart from the inital hiccups, he managed to take over the place quickly and surprised all of us with his tact and initiative.

We had a space in the GM railway station and because we did not "buy" the space, a month ago we were given 2 weeks to move to the otherside of the station. Not a big deal, D said he could handel it.......

Now before I go on, when setting up in GM, it wasnt cheap. Desk was about $6700, cabelling was $1200, Posters displaying the company ect cost over $200 each (5 of them) and there were other costs totalling roughly $10000

R just got back today after spending the day there yesterday and has made me piss myself with what he saw. The desk unit (L shape) was just a wee bit too big for the space that we moved into. Looking at the photos, I could see the logical thing to do would be to turn it around and have it on an angle and it would be perfect. Nope, not good enough for D. He got the chainsaw out, at 1300, when people are getting off the train......Now you imagine you have travelled across the picturest South Island and are dying to get out there and see more of it then all of a sudden, 3 feet away from your bags there is this crazed looney waving a chainsaw around..... What would you do?

So now we are down a $6700 desk, but wait theres more....

After finding that he wasnt the greatest at chainsaws, D realised that its not really in the right L shape... So he grabs 5 posters and hacks (I mean hack, he used a hacksaw and not scissors) the top and bottom off them and Uses bright yellow duct tape to make a rough L (Looks more like a C) for the desk. That cracked me up...

But if you call in the next 10 mins....

So now he needs to move the PC, IP phone, printer and eftpos things to the new "Set-up" Easy right? Nope... He managed to get electrical burns on himself from plugging in the PC and removing the outer case (No idea why or how), blew up the eftpos machine because apparently the earthing pin on the plug is optional and manged to drop a hammer on a rather hard to find and set up Dot Matrix.

Total cost of damages come close to $7500, but it was too funny to do anything about (to me anyway). So now we have trigger phrases set up to sound the alarm bells. If any words such as ,"Chainsaw, modifying, I can fix it or hammer" come from greymouth, we ring the police. (Im joking, but it was a suggestion)

I suppose you had to be here to see photos and laugh, but maybe you can picture all this. Anyway, lets hear your funniest work story.....

crashe

2nd August 2006, 14:39

awww come on post up the before and after shots....... :whistle:

Sniper

2nd August 2006, 14:47

I cant, they are normal photos and I dont have a scanner

Smokin

2nd August 2006, 15:11

LOL, I must pop down to av a look. :yes:

Dooly

2nd August 2006, 15:31

Kinda funny, well for us it was.
A few years back an apprentice here spent 10 mins getting a ring gear heated up to glowing red, so that it would slip over the flywheel.
Once it was red he turned the gas torch off, put it down and picked the ring gear up.
With his bare hands, right where he had been heating it.
After he stopped screaming etc etc, he said...'fuck that was hot':first:

James Deuce

2nd August 2006, 15:32

Flyingpony

2nd August 2006, 15:39

Drove past your Greymouth office a couple weeks ago on a Saturday just as the train was unloading at about 1300hrs - could this have been the same fateful day me wonders ... should've told me that was your branch and I'd have covertly checked it out ... mystery shopper ...

digsaw

2nd August 2006, 15:43

That sounded like great fun, well try this for size. Small country motorcycle shop with small workshop and spare parts place out back, farm bike in workshop with twisted up rear brake pedal so mechanic lays bike on its side,removes brake pedal and then heats in vise to red hot and changes its shape, walks over to said bike to see if it will fit with said item held in pliers, he reaches down to put it on the spline and guess waat.....yep he dropped it, bang in to a large pool of petrol that leaked out of bike, meenwhile i in office on phone hear a woosh sound and a small voice calling me but see i am busy tryin to sell a bike so shout back saying i will be with you in a minute, in seconds i feel the heat and the whole shop turns in to the black hole of calcutta, this flash fire was all over in about 20 seconds and i will never forget the look or the sound of his voice as i raced out to the workshop where every bit of paper or label on all the spare parts was on fire.
The aftermath took days to clean up an hell i was sure glad the firemen didn't get to ply their trade.:gob:

onearmedbandit

2nd August 2006, 18:49

T.W.R

2nd August 2006, 19:28

That's west coast initiative at it's finest lols sniper :blip:

Back in the late 90s I was a supervisor at a fairly well known Furniture factory in Ashvagas and at the time we had a fairly substantial staff number that included a nightshift crew, now these nightshift staff were almost a law unto themselves & pretty colourful bunch.

When we'd come in in the mornings there would be a slight cross-over between the shifts and the day crew would mainly have 30mins entertainment watching the nightshift clear up their work before we started our shift, we'd be having coffees in the smoko rooms which looked out over the main factory.

One guy (everyone called him Bob) from nightshift was a real crackup & always the focus of pranks and jokes (he was a heavier built version of Neil off the young ones :yes: ) and 9/10 times was always half munted, you always knew when it was pay day as he'd arrive at work in a taxi carrying bags of junk food for his nights meal lols.

One particular morning we arrived at work to watch the usual show:corn: , only to see Bob had been stuck with filling cracks & shake holes in Rimu panels, now the filler we used was an industrial 2pak filler that we added black printers ink to for colouring. Bob had managed to get this shit on his face seeing his hands were covered in it :laugh:

We were all laughing at this & his attempts to clean it off had smeared it all over, the dumb shit asked another bloke what to do & was duely told to use sandpaper (this being 100grit) the twit tried this :oi-grr: then had the bright idea to try using the gun cleaning solution from the spray booth :weird: fark we heard the scream from the smoko room :lol: he came into view, hands covering his face & walked straight into & bowled over 2 Hutch dressers, grabbed a 1lb mallet & started chasing the bloke who'd told him to use sandpaper launched the mallet as he was running, it smashed the observation window to the office & reception area:rofl:

fark it was funny to watch unfold & the silly prick sported a face like a strawberry for a few days, basically wrecked 2 dressers & smashed a double glazed 3m x 1m window

Colapop

2nd August 2006, 20:20

I used to work for Tui Foods (that became Mainland Foods - milk, cheese & yoghurt etc). All the milk vendors would come up to the chiller warehouse to get their milk for deliveries. We had a raised concrete platform that the milk crstes would be lifted onto (using a clamp forklift). Of course there were the usual spills of milk products and gradually the platfoem would get real greasy - all that didn't get evaporated was milkfat. So the platform would have to be cleaned - a scrubbing brush and bucket job. Until George. George was a great guy. He was bright and got on well with everyone. He always had good ideas. Like when he turned off the fans in the butter room so it would be a quieter place to work. Pity about the compressor that he deadheaded!! (overheated blew up - ya gotta turn off the whole unit) Anyway back to the platform. Ol' George thought it a good idea, to speed the process up no doubt, to use the floor scrubbing machine. A self drive, circulating brush and squeegy thing. So he lifts this machine onto the platform using a pallet and the clamp forklift. I dunno how he got it on the pallet but he gets the clamps on the edge of the pallet and proceeds to put "Plan A" into practice. Everything is going well until the boss walks round the corner. "What the F*ck are you doing!!" Poor George panicks (there's a fairly good crowd by now) and pushes the open clamp lever...! Needless to say $12k damage later Geogres stay with us came to an abrupt end... F*cken laugh though... Apparently he's still a legend there...

marty

2nd August 2006, 20:51

3 police officers in a xr6 mufti car pull up a drunk driver outside a well known bar in hamvegas. drunk driver king hits cop, runs off. 2 cops in car give chas eon foot until catching bad guy up the street.

CRASH tinkle tinkle.

FUCK someone's crashed behind us (fucking boy racers).

Cops run back to main street to find their shiny xr6 parked inside a menswear shop - some loser from the pub had reached in and dropped it into reverse - it backed up a slight hill, across 4 1/2 lanes of victoria st, up the kerb, across the footpath, into john starnes menswear.

imagine how worried the cops were when they saw what looked like a dead body under the rear wheel :gulp: turned out to be a mannekin!

one huge shard of glass had dropped onto the boot lid, puncturing it and sticking in it like an icicle! ouch

zooter

12th February 2008, 19:30

Farrk, why did this thread die?

Boom boom

bump:dodge: no funny work stories here, how about a cab driver tragedy?

Around 3am I pick up this distraught pommie girl tourist and her itinerant local Dutch companion, both drunk as skunks. A 1.5 minute drive around the block to the backpacker. It turns out she is coming to terms with the futility of flying to NZ in the hope of hooking up (for life) with Ritchie McCaw, AB's captain, since he now has an ex stripper girlfriend who's better looking.

Trouser

12th February 2008, 19:58

Number One

12th February 2008, 20:08

Used to sit next to the most fabulous gay drag queen when I worked in a large bank call centre.

He was such a biarch - riiiooowwww :girlfight:

If customers were rude to him, he would abuse them straight back and if they dared hang up on him either before, during or after his telling off - he'd ring them back and give them the learn :clap:

AND EVEN better (and for which I think got him fired)..he would even go to the lengths of calling Telecom directory to trace their numbers if they hadn't come through identified but had given him their names. :laugh:

He was such a dag and people really are arseholes on the phone...especially when calling the bank so it was nice to know that one of us was having a go back at the callers! :2thumbsup :Punk:

onearmedbandit

12th February 2008, 20:29

I could full an entire server with what the owner of our business gets up to, honestly I could. His efforts have us in hysterics everyday. But I can't post them up because OSH, or any other similar organisation would be on top of us like a tonne of bricks. But if I could you'd be pissing yourselves.

Now that the business is closed down I can list some:

1/ Needing to change the bulbs on the 6mtr high ceiling he bought a ladder, as the one we had was too short. Problem is this one is too long, so he has the idea of propping the longer ladder up on an angle using the shorter ladder as a prop for the long ladder. At the very top, with one staff member holding the smaller ladder in place, it all gives way and he comes crashing down 6mtrs onto the concrete floor. Goodbye Sunday Golf

2/ Put some new alloys onto a vehicle, but the offset is wrong and the inside of the rim fouls the brake caliper. So, in the middle of the showroom, gets an angle grinder and takes 'just the right amount' off the caliper so the alloy fits on. In the showroom. In front of customers.

3/ Using the angle grinder (again, he loves power tools) to cut back a piece of metal, strongly secured up against the rubbish skip by his stomach. Cue his shirt burning as bits of hot metal hit it and start a small fire

4/ In a previous attempt at changing the showroom lights (they were always causing trouble) he had me drive a 3 series BMW converitble around the showroom with one part of the ladder in the back seat. Another attempt saw him balance a large flat section of wood on top of the managers Prado with the step ladder on top of that.

5/ In an attempt to get an outside sign lit up he ripped into some wires he found coming out of one of the yard light poles. Managed to route some extra wires up to the sign. Realising it was time for him to go he and not wanting the wires to slip back down, he secured them around a hammer, which for two weeks swung dangerously above a row of cars. At least he took care of the bare wires he left at the bottom of the light pole before someone died.

6/ Had a customer trading an old diesel Pajero once. He came over to 'inspect' the engine. His method of doing this is to put his foot flat to the floor and if it doesn't blow up with a couple of minutes it's deemed to be 'mint'. Unfortunately the owner of the Pajero was still on the yard as he put his foot down hard on this poor old diesel, literally losing the yard in smoke. The owner came running over, and was told 'it's a bit smokey mate'

7/ Never ever tell him that a customer has complained that a vehicle is not performing well, as it will get subjected to his performance test, which basically involves screwing the shit out of the car up the street, and then back, in reverse. It is either then deemed to be a 'good one' or that it's 'fucked'.

Oh I could go on and on. He is actually a very smart man, and a successful business owner. Just approaches things a bit different then you or I. I hope.

Grub

12th February 2008, 20:50

He is actually a very smart man, and a successful business owner..

You think? ... in light of ...

Now that the business is closed down ...

onearmedbandit

12th February 2008, 23:32

You think? ... in light of ...

Ha, it was closed down by choice. He still has two other yards going and other interests as well.

kevfromcoro

13th February 2008, 05:36

A few yrs ago i had to gas cut a circle in a checker plate catwalk.

cut it out, but the blank remained there. gave it a belt with a large hammer
still didnt move.
had a TA with me at the time..
he takes a massive leap in the the air and lands on it
well that moved it,through the hole he went.
lucky he had his elbows out to stop him. cause we were 3 floors up.

CookMySock

13th February 2008, 06:12

Oh I could go on and on...BAHAHAHA that is fucking classic. Please do go on, please !!

DB

The Stranger

13th February 2008, 06:43

Auckland Senior Management type user: I can't get my PC to go and I have an urgent proposal to finish.

Me: This is a long shot, but did you know there is a power cut in Auckland at the moment?

SMTU: Yes, but what's that got to do with me...... O, I see what you mean. (click)

ME: Bye.

Must be an Auckland thing.
We had an upset client phone us recently to find out why we hadn't responded to the email she sent the day before advising us that their email wasn't getting through. Well I guess there has to be a first time for everything.

zooter

15th February 2008, 03:07

onearmbandit please continue!

vifferman

15th February 2008, 08:13

I have loads of stories, most of the best from when I worked for MAF, on a research station.
The best would have to be about Mr Dumb-Arse (we'll call him 'Mike', because that was his name), who was a labourer there.
Exploit one: Mike wanted some watercress for his kai from the swamp, but didn't want to get his feet wet, so drove the bulldozer into the swamp, climbed over the top and stood on the bucket at the front. :2thumbsup
It worked well until the dozer became irretrievably mired. :blink:

Exploit two: He was digging a trench across a paddock, with one of those self-propelled ditch-diggers, the kind that you walk along behind, as it races along at 0.25km/h or so. Somehow (and we never did find out how, but we think it had summat to do with him getting bored), he had to be taken to A&E to get patched up, after it "ran him over".

Exploit three: Mike is at the local (country) pub. He's rather pissed, but not yet full, and discovers he's run out of money. He has this absolutely BRILLIANT idea: he'll sell or pawn something at the bar! :niceone:
So, he goes out to his car, fossicks around in it, and finds something perfect!
Returning inside, he goes up to the barman to barter with him, but the barman is having none of it, runs out the back, and calls the cops. The Armed Offenders Squad turns up.
Yes, Mr Mike Dumbarse had grabbed the sawn-off shotgun from under the front seat. :wacko:

Here's another, about another co-worker.
We used to do lots of mating trials and suchlike. One trial involved collecting semen from rams (thankfully, not summat I ever had to do, as the unlucky collectingperson usually ended up with ram sperm all over their arm). Anyway, one day, Pete goes into a pharmacist, and nervously approaches the pretty young girl behind the counter.
"Yes, Sir - how may I help you?"
"Mmbhhhsffff...."
"Pardon?"
"Um... I want to buy some condoms, please!"
"Um.. OK. How many would you like?"
"Errr... about a gross should do it."
(Pretty Young Assistant Girl is somewhat noticeably startled by this)
Pete: "Oh... they're not for me - they're for my sheep!"

Bass

15th February 2008, 10:21

Used to run the engineering side of a poultry processing plant. Every so often, on a Saturday morning, we would bowl over a run of "end of lay" battery hens. The ducts in them were full of eggs, usually 4 or 5. However, only the last one or two had shells on them. The others, the unshelled ones, used to turn up everywhere - like in your pockets, your gumboots, like everywhere.
Anyway, after a morning of battery hens, everyone in the place went home with a tray of eggs - one of the small perks. On the day of interest to this story, the maintenance crew were working through and so we were sitting having lunch in the workshop. At the time I had an electrical apprentice who was a bit of a loudmouth, but he could take it as well as dish it out, so nobody minded and he was actually quite likeable. He lived nearby (still with Mum and Dad) and had gone home for lunch. However, he had forgotten his tray of eggs which were sitting on the bench.
Our chief sparkie had a reputation as something of an imaginative practical joker and I could see him eyeing up these eggs and was pretty sure that something would happen. Sure enough, eventually he took one of the eggs, punctured both ends with a nail and blew the contents into the rubbish tin. So he now had an empty shell, but that was by no means the end of it. He then got out the silicon sealant gun and proceeded to refill the egg. He carefully smoothed over the puncture holes and replaced it in the tray.
After lunch, the apprentice came back, we did our afternoon's maintenance and he took his tray of eggs when he went home.
Well, it was about 4 days before we heard the outcome of all this. It seems that the lad's mum was cooking him bacon and eggs for breakfast when she encountered the "sealed" version. Apparently, it cracked OK but she couldn't open it. She didn't think too much about it, after all they were freebees from work. So she turned the garbage disposal on and dropped it in.
Well, it almost tore the sink bench off the wall until the disposer spat it back out when it then did about 3 laps of the kitchen horizontally and just about gave Mum a heart attack.
The lad came to the rescue, picked it up, took one look and almost died laughing. He knew what had happened immediately.
Mum was less sympathetic however. Peacemaking took a while.

Mikkel

15th February 2008, 11:15

Used to run the engineering side of a poultry processing plant...

Fuck that's awesome! :niceone:

Laava

15th February 2008, 16:50

In the early 80's when I was a prentice, I worked with a grumpy old prick called Tom. Heart of gold but mouth full of shite. Anyway he was always rubbing everyone up the wrong way but one day when the new prentice Murry was walking past the old drop hole builders bog, he heard;"Murry mate, can you get me some toilet paper?" Never one to miss an opportunity, Murry grabbed some newspaper and rubbed it vigorously in some pink batts for a while before passing it thru to Tom. The old prick spent the rest of the day with his fingers plucking at his ringpiece!:niceone:

Oakie

15th February 2008, 17:34

I've already posted this wee tale in another thread but it suits here just as well:

I was watching out the office window and talking to our receptionist on the phone as I waited for a woman to turn up for an interview. A rather attractive woman ran up the access road in tight t-shirt and shorts and I made typical male comments about this nice looking woman and finished up saying ...
"Jeez, I'll interview her even if she's not here about the job.". Receptionist waited a moment before advising me "That's my daughter".

Laava

15th February 2008, 19:02

This one time, we were re-comissioning an old toilet block that had been unused for years but people had still been crapping everywhere, on the floor etc so we got the unblocking people in with their water blasters and the plumbers got the water on and then we hired a work experience guy to do the elbow work. We gave him some mild acid and detergent and brushes and cloths etc plus some elbow length rubber gloves, heavy duty of course! He worked away for hours and then when he had finished to our delight used his teeth to remove the gloves! Lots of ROLFing etc

Timber020

15th February 2008, 20:38

We were doing a hay contract at a prison farm. I was told by one of my workmates that the last guys to help pick up the bales were the sex offenders, and that it was traditional to "wind the baler up by a few turns" for them, the baler had the shear pin welded to. This made the bales tighter and alot heavier to pick up.
So anyhow we had to break for lunch so I when I returned I cranked it down and started baling. Now this baler was made back when you average tractor was 40hp, now with the 140hp tractor it seemed to be struggling, but not as much as the offenders trying to get them up on the back of the trailer and stack them up. But I kept going until my boss showed with fuel.
He said that it looked the guys were having a tough time, and that it was probably something to do with the fact that HE had cranked the baler up. The other guy there said he had to. I had to admit that I had as well so the three of us walked up to the closest bale and gave it a kick.
It was like a big fluffy brick, and about as heavy. They all had to be cut open, spread and rebaled.

I used to keep a 2$ shop hockey mask in the lining of my climbing helmet (im an arborist) and occationally wear it when working in the CBD where people refuse to detour, would duck under caution tape or not listen to people who are trying to keep them safe. It was great if we were closing off an area under a tree to do work and someone would be heading towards us with there head down looking at there phone or palm pilot. When they got close enough I would start my saw with my mask on, they would look up and the reaction was often priceless.I have made more than one suit run and/or scream like a girl. Did I nearly get fired? Yes. Was it worth it? Hell yeah. Oh by the way if it was someone on here that I scared the life out of, think of what it would normally cost for that kind of adrenaline rush.

Steam

15th February 2008, 20:49

... I would start my saw with my mask on, they would look up and the reaction was often priceless.I have made more than one suit run and/or scream like a girl.....

Aahaha! I did that at a party once! Chainsaw with no chain, but it sure looked and sounded real in the dark. Put on hockey mask, started the saw, and started chasing people around the party, they all thought I had a chain on it.
I preplanned it with a mate so he was the first one I went for, he did a bloody good job of screaming horribly when I rubbed the bar across his torso and seriously, everyone freaked, the whole house was suddenly empty as people scarpered in terror.

I did it again at about three in the morning, but by that time everyone had either heard about it from other people or were so drunk they didn't care about being chainsaw massacred, and nobody even got up.

Good party, about 50 people, bonfire, scooter burnouts.

Mental Trousers

15th February 2008, 21:25

Way back in the dark ages I did some glazing on commercial buildings. One building in particular had a multi storey car park less than 1m away. Anyway, nobody ever parked on the top level. This building had the usual mirrored glass in it. All the glass had been temporarily put in and we were there to make it permanent. Because it had Building Site signs plastered everywhere all the locals knew it was empty on Saturdays and Sundays. Except it wasn't because many of the contractors would catch up on the weekends. So, on Saturdays and Sundays when a car appeared on the top level of the car park everyone would choose that time to take a well earned break and go lean against the railing on that side of the building as they invariably parked as close to our building as possible. Being less than 5m away and looking down on these cars we saw some interesting sights. Of note, a couple in a Mazda 323 manual getting into a 69er in the front seats, a bunch of suits passing a bong around and 1 very noisy young lady, tits out, doors wide open, going at it rodeo style with the guy hang on for dear life.

RT527

15th February 2008, 21:27

I gots one from my days when I was Stationed at Glen Eden As a volunteer Firefighter, Now I wasnt there but heard about it all the same.

A certain volunteer brigade ...lets say from Waitemata station, used to drive around a lot, Familiarization I think they called it, this used to mean they would end up at Mt wellington on occasions , and further afield, when on one of these journeys they came across an accident on the causeway by Waterview , of which just after Waterview there is a Bridge westward bound.

As they were city bound at the time , they needed to get some tools across the Motorway, one Bright Spark grabbed the Tool box and headed off, when much to everyones surprise he disappeared from view Whilest negotiating the median Barrier........Thats right theres a small gap in the Bridge said fireman disappears , then pops up swearing , apparently he`d let go of the tool box at the same time as he hit the water,......

RT527

15th February 2008, 21:39

Oh and another one for ya`s.

Down here where i`m stationed now, we go to a lot of accidents, and get to redirect traffic a lot, or close roads, on one occasion when we had closed a main road, just after another side road, a truck driver came up to me and said could i just go up that road as I`m doing a pick up from there....I said it was ok and he came down the road on the wrong side past the waiting line of traffic and proceeded up the rd...

A member of the Public pulled out of the line and followed him...when he got to me I stepped out and stopped him, asked him politly where he was going...he said from his rather immaculate 911 Porsche that he couldnt wait either and revved up and took off in pursuit of this truck.........about 15 minutes later he comes back, red faced dirty car and a dent in the side of the car, The truck was a milk tanker...the road was a dead end and the seal finished about 1 k up the road.....he had lost it mid corner where the seal ended cause said bozo was going too fast, after about 15 mins we opened the road again .....there was perhaps 200 cars in the queue by now so i let about 70 go then stopped the traffic for the other side to go ,...bout 70 of them , then my go again, I finally let him go ......when he pulled out to follow the tanker he was 3rd in the line....lol

16th February 2008, 10:59

While I was working in Mt Maunganui as a Builder I came across this guy who was nick named Bo Bo. Upon asking why was he called Bo Bo I was brought up to speed on why. He the kinda guy that steps on the ladder run above the resting place of the ladder.
I used to be a bit of a practical joker back then.

This is my story about Bo Bo.

We were working on a rural property so in light of that we had electric fences around the site with a mild voltage going through them. Nothing to get excited about.

Now while talking to Bo Bo about cladding the outside of the house, I asked him if the electric fence was on. He said that he didn't know. Sweet as I said and walked over and touched the fence. It had a little bit of a "hum"to it. Yeah it's on, come over and touch it. It's not too bad I said to him. He said I was lying and it was going to give him a massive zap.
Alright then, I bet you I can make you touch it twice by the end of the day. I told him.
Whatever, he said.

We had one more sheet of cladding to go on the side of the building and there just happened to be a piece of metal strapping within reach. So when he walked around the corner I paced the cladding in the path and hooked up the electric fence to it. When he came back around the corner I politely asked him to give me a hand moving the cladding cause we didn't want it damaged.
And that was number one.

Number two
While he was told to get into the scrap metal skip to find a bit of flashing that he had biffed out, after been told not to. I wandered over to him and while his back was towards me I hooked the skip up to the fence.

Number Three
We had a cladded long drop on site that had fallen over in the wind. I asked Bo Bo to give me a hand. While we were doing this, we started talking about the electric fence. He asked me if it was really on?
Now by this stage he had knowingly been zapped twice. You've got to be kidding me! I said to him. Oh yeah! was his response.
I convince him to touch the fence, BUT he still had his hand on the iron on the loo hence arcing and burning his finger.