New apprentice.
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Stevieo
Royal Spin Doctor
Dunno about that, but there's a fella at home who used to pay his brickies £10/hr and charge you £20 for two.
His self appointed job was to drop everyone off each day and keep an eye on the jobs generally. He might pick up the trowel himself about 11:00 if he wasn't too busy.
Turned out that 'two brickies was actually an apprentice and an alcoholic - it was well known that if you lost your licence, then just ring him and he'd get you in the back of his van on Monday.
In theory, he'd give your £10 straight to the brickie and make his on the apprentice.
That was the theory.
In practice, if you make it your business to employ alcoholics, you probably aren't going to get very much done on a Monday morning. An Tuesday might not be much better. In fact, the only day you were guaranteed a full compliment of men was a Friday when he had a pile of sweet brown envelopes in the van, full of cash.
Worse, the alcoholics were poisoning the apprentices by teaching them that Mondays were entirely optional and Tuesdays were OK so long as you didn't do it EVERY week.
One day, I saw him on site, laying blocks himself at ten past eight. When I inquired about the long face, he threw his trowel into his spot board, shoot his fist and shouted.
'What's up? I'll tell you what's fcukign well up. I've got forty men on the books and not ONE of them in!'
His self appointed job was to drop everyone off each day and keep an eye on the jobs generally. He might pick up the trowel himself about 11:00 if he wasn't too busy.
Turned out that 'two brickies was actually an apprentice and an alcoholic - it was well known that if you lost your licence, then just ring him and he'd get you in the back of his van on Monday.
In theory, he'd give your £10 straight to the brickie and make his on the apprentice.
That was the theory.
In practice, if you make it your business to employ alcoholics, you probably aren't going to get very much done on a Monday morning. An Tuesday might not be much better. In fact, the only day you were guaranteed a full compliment of men was a Friday when he had a pile of sweet brown envelopes in the van, full of cash.
Worse, the alcoholics were poisoning the apprentices by teaching them that Mondays were entirely optional and Tuesdays were OK so long as you didn't do it EVERY week.
One day, I saw him on site, laying blocks himself at ten past eight. When I inquired about the long face, he threw his trowel into his spot board, shoot his fist and shouted.
'What's up? I'll tell you what's fcukign well up. I've got forty men on the books and not ONE of them in!'
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