Sorry that it's so long i just needed to unload, also please excuse the spelling. I need to think about what i'm doing but i'm still seething over the attitude i got
Now i'm not normally a shouty person, not in the argumentative sence. I've had a pretty much sucky week. Monday, we lost a client to cancer. He was a lovely bloke but i think it hit me pretty hard and the abcess under a wisdom tooth is driveing me insane. Now my boss knew this and being the cool guy he is gave me a failey easy job with very little people interaction.
I was sent to the local golf course with a Tractor and boom mowers, that give about a 20 foot cut when their down.
So there i am, just finished for the day, heaading up the fairway (well off to one side) when boom a golf ball bounces off my front window, cracking it in the process, and lands about ten foot ahead of me. That pissed me off to start with as it involves about 3 forms to fill in when i got back. Still heading back up the fairway, i twitched the wheel ever so slightly the the front tire ran over his ball sinking it into the ground, that i figured was my revenge over with.
As i got closer to where the ball was tee'd off from theres a bloke stood there waveing me down, i figured he was going to apologuise so i stopped and got out.
Sucky golfer1: Numpty that waved me down
Sucker golfer2: Small sheepish fellow
Me: .......me.
So it begins.............
SG1: What the flying f**k do you think your doing. DO you realise how expensive balls are.......
me: i.....
*strike one - he interupts me*
SG1: ......No of course you dont. I wouldnt expect somone driveing a tractor for a liveing HAS membership here
*strike two - He assumes he's better then me, because ive found a job i love and wouldnt do owt else*
Me: yo...
Sg1: HOW dare you run over the ball of one of the PAYING members like that!!!! I DEMAND you get down there and fetch that ball!!!!!!
Me: I..
Sg1: NOW and i might let you keep your job
*strike 3 - you assume you have the athority over me to order me about*
Me: *shouting* Listen you jumped up little tw*t. Dont you f**king dare raise your voice at me i am not one of your f**king lackys.
Sg1: how dar..
Me: How dare I? Firstly you f**ing hit at ball at MY tractor then YOU get in my face about it. Are you going to pay for a replacement no, so shut the f**K up.
Sg1: Well I didnt see you
Me: You didnt see me!? You wanna get to specsavers then mate It's painted BRIGHT F**KING ORANGE!
Sg1:well you clearly shouldnt have been there!
Me: I'm cutting your bloody fairway and i know for a f**king FACT that it says in your charter that you DONT take a bloody shot while theres traffic on the fairway!
Sg1:*looking worried that i know the charter*Ah...well i didnt hit the ball
Me:...................Excuse me?!
Sg1: it's not my ball....
Me:.................................
Sg1 then points to his sheepish looking friend
Me: thats your ball?
Sg2: ......yes
Sg1 stands there with a smug grin on his face. i swear it took every ounce of will not to whipe the floor with him
Me: You wanna get the hell away from me or i'm going to wrap that club round your head...
Smug grin vanishs and he edges away slowly
i turn to sg2 and he's looking petrefied. At 6ft3, 16 odd stone i know i can be imposeing but i really dislike my size i'm uncomfortable with i i hate useing it to my advantage over people, that calms me down.
Me: *big sigh* i apologuise for that it was unnessacery
Sg2 looking cautious: bad day huh?
Me: You have no idea
Sg2: i'm really sorry about the window. Can i pay for it to be replaced?
Me: You need to take that up with the chairman as the club will be billed for a replacement.
Sg2:Riight.......thank you......i err want to apologuise for dave *pointing at sc1* he's...err......yeah sorry.
Me: no worrys.
So i climb back up and take the 15 mins drive back to the yard and when i get there my boss is waiting.
Boss:Can i have a word in the office please titchyboy
Me:.....sure
Boss: We've had a complaint about you from a dave smith at the golf course, Could you tell me why that is please
So i explain the situation and what happend and why i blew up at him like i did.
Boss: Ah right well it does seem like he was a tw*t yes, but in future i would like for you not to act that way in front of clients is that understood?
Me: yes boss.
Boss: Now i'm afraid that following procedure i must discipline you.
Me: But i....
Boss: Dont you dare interupt me!
Me: Sorry
Boss then points his finger and me and wags it "your a very very naughty boy, dont let it happen again
Me: yes sir.
Boss: now go away
Me grinning: Boss?
Boss: yes?
Me: DOes this mean you dont love me no more ?
Boss: get the f**k outta my office
Now i know that things couldve been allot worse and i shouldnt of blown up like i did but i just snapped.
I'm just thankfull that all numpty did was complain to management.
Now i'm not normally a shouty person, not in the argumentative sence. I've had a pretty much sucky week. Monday, we lost a client to cancer. He was a lovely bloke but i think it hit me pretty hard and the abcess under a wisdom tooth is driveing me insane. Now my boss knew this and being the cool guy he is gave me a failey easy job with very little people interaction.
I was sent to the local golf course with a Tractor and boom mowers, that give about a 20 foot cut when their down.
So there i am, just finished for the day, heaading up the fairway (well off to one side) when boom a golf ball bounces off my front window, cracking it in the process, and lands about ten foot ahead of me. That pissed me off to start with as it involves about 3 forms to fill in when i got back. Still heading back up the fairway, i twitched the wheel ever so slightly the the front tire ran over his ball sinking it into the ground, that i figured was my revenge over with.
As i got closer to where the ball was tee'd off from theres a bloke stood there waveing me down, i figured he was going to apologuise so i stopped and got out.
Sucky golfer1: Numpty that waved me down
Sucker golfer2: Small sheepish fellow
Me: .......me.
So it begins.............
SG1: What the flying f**k do you think your doing. DO you realise how expensive balls are.......
me: i.....
*strike one - he interupts me*
SG1: ......No of course you dont. I wouldnt expect somone driveing a tractor for a liveing HAS membership here
*strike two - He assumes he's better then me, because ive found a job i love and wouldnt do owt else*
Me: yo...
Sg1: HOW dare you run over the ball of one of the PAYING members like that!!!! I DEMAND you get down there and fetch that ball!!!!!!
Me: I..
Sg1: NOW and i might let you keep your job
*strike 3 - you assume you have the athority over me to order me about*
Me: *shouting* Listen you jumped up little tw*t. Dont you f**king dare raise your voice at me i am not one of your f**king lackys.
Sg1: how dar..
Me: How dare I? Firstly you f**ing hit at ball at MY tractor then YOU get in my face about it. Are you going to pay for a replacement no, so shut the f**K up.
Sg1: Well I didnt see you
Me: You didnt see me!? You wanna get to specsavers then mate It's painted BRIGHT F**KING ORANGE!
Sg1:well you clearly shouldnt have been there!
Me: I'm cutting your bloody fairway and i know for a f**king FACT that it says in your charter that you DONT take a bloody shot while theres traffic on the fairway!
Sg1:*looking worried that i know the charter*Ah...well i didnt hit the ball
Me:...................Excuse me?!
Sg1: it's not my ball....
Me:.................................
Sg1 then points to his sheepish looking friend
Me: thats your ball?
Sg2: ......yes
Sg1 stands there with a smug grin on his face. i swear it took every ounce of will not to whipe the floor with him
Me: You wanna get the hell away from me or i'm going to wrap that club round your head...
Smug grin vanishs and he edges away slowly
i turn to sg2 and he's looking petrefied. At 6ft3, 16 odd stone i know i can be imposeing but i really dislike my size i'm uncomfortable with i i hate useing it to my advantage over people, that calms me down.
Me: *big sigh* i apologuise for that it was unnessacery
Sg2 looking cautious: bad day huh?
Me: You have no idea
Sg2: i'm really sorry about the window. Can i pay for it to be replaced?
Me: You need to take that up with the chairman as the club will be billed for a replacement.
Sg2:Riight.......thank you......i err want to apologuise for dave *pointing at sc1* he's...err......yeah sorry.
Me: no worrys.
So i climb back up and take the 15 mins drive back to the yard and when i get there my boss is waiting.
Boss:Can i have a word in the office please titchyboy
Me:.....sure
Boss: We've had a complaint about you from a dave smith at the golf course, Could you tell me why that is please
So i explain the situation and what happend and why i blew up at him like i did.
Boss: Ah right well it does seem like he was a tw*t yes, but in future i would like for you not to act that way in front of clients is that understood?
Me: yes boss.
Boss: Now i'm afraid that following procedure i must discipline you.
Me: But i....
Boss: Dont you dare interupt me!
Me: Sorry
Boss then points his finger and me and wags it "your a very very naughty boy, dont let it happen again
Me: yes sir.
Boss: now go away
Me grinning: Boss?
Boss: yes?
Me: DOes this mean you dont love me no more ?
Boss: get the f**k outta my office
Now i know that things couldve been allot worse and i shouldnt of blown up like i did but i just snapped.
I'm just thankfull that all numpty did was complain to management.
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