Some people!!

[Ron Weasley 83]

Most people would know me would say I have a tendency to be a bit grumpy from time to time about all manner of things, but the one thing that really winds me up beyond belief is when uninformed people try to give advice.

 

It particularly annoys when the advice if about something I'm knowledgable of myself. I'm a pest controller, and while I'm always willing to learn, I don't want to hear about "the best way to get rid of rats" from a farmer, for example.

 

Well, today, at work, I had to go and deal with some wasps at an office for a big utilities company. While I was getting the gear I needed from my van, a chap approached me and told me that he'd applied to work for the company I work for a while ago, and was pissed off when they didn't employ him, because, I paraphrase, "he knew more than they did".

Anyway, I politelty carried on with the conversation, and he mentioned he was a ferreter. Obviously, we started chatting, and one of my first questions was "how many do you have?" his reply? "None, I don't want them in the summer. I get two jills every season and let them go at the end of season. Anyway, you have to breed jills every year, or they'll die". I explained to him that this was total crap, but he was having none of it, and said I had no idea what I was talking about! Absolutely unbelievable.

 

He then went on to tell me how his biggest trouble is getting rid of the massive number of rabbits he catches. When I mentioned that I'm struggling at the moment to find enough for food, he said "Ah, I tell you the best thing to feed 'em. Dry food and bread and milk. That's all they need."

 

It was like the guy had swallowed a book of what not to do.

 

Pointless story, but dont these people wind you up?!!?

[Tallyho 181]

you get um unfortunatly .

[WelshVixen 4]

Most people would know me would say I have a tendency to be a bit grumpy from time to time about all manner of things, but the one thing that really winds me up beyond belief is when uninformed people try to give advice.

 

It particularly annoys when the advice if about something I'm knowledgable of myself. I'm a pest controller, and while I'm always willing to learn, I don't want to hear about "the best way to get rid of rats" from a farmer, for example.

 

Well, today, at work, I had to go and deal with some wasps at an office for a big utilities company. While I was getting the gear I needed from my van, a chap approached me and told me that he'd applied to work for the company I work for a while ago, and was pissed off when they didn't employ him, because, I paraphrase, "he knew more than they did".

Anyway, I politelty carried on with the conversation, and he mentioned he was a ferreter. Obviously, we started chatting, and one of my first questions was "how many do you have?" his reply? "None, I don't want them in the summer. I get two jills every season and let them go at the end of season. Anyway, you have to breed jills every year, or they'll die". I explained to him that this was total crap, but he was having none of it, and said I had no idea what I was talking about! Absolutely unbelievable.

 

He then went on to tell me how his biggest trouble is getting rid of the massive number of rabbits he catches. When I mentioned that I'm struggling at the moment to find enough for food, he said "Ah, I tell you the best thing to feed 'em. Dry food and bread and milk. That's all they need."

 

It was like the guy had swallowed a book of what not to do.

 

Pointless story, but dont these people wind you up?!!?

 

See now im a self-confessed dimwit when it comes to ferrets... but even i know they get the trots from milk.

[dj.chapman 0]

there is one of them type of people every where you go. its called the village idiot. what a pr!ck

[Leeview 791]

Most people would know me would say I have a tendency to be a bit grumpy from time to time about all manner of things, but the one thing that really winds me up beyond belief is when uninformed people try to give advice.

 

It particularly annoys when the advice if about something I'm knowledgable of myself. I'm a pest controller, and while I'm always willing to learn, I don't want to hear about "the best way to get rid of rats" from a farmer, for example.

 

Well, today, at work, I had to go and deal with some wasps at an office for a big utilities company. While I was getting the gear I needed from my van, a chap approached me and told me that he'd applied to work for the company I work for a while ago, and was pissed off when they didn't employ him, because, I paraphrase, "he knew more than they did".

Anyway, I politelty carried on with the conversation, and he mentioned he was a ferreter. Obviously, we started chatting, and one of my first questions was "how many do you have?" his reply? "None, I don't want them in the summer. I get two jills every season and let them go at the end of season. Anyway, you have to breed jills every year, or they'll die". I explained to him that this was total crap, but he was having none of it, and said I had no idea what I was talking about! Absolutely unbelievable.

 

He then went on to tell me how his biggest trouble is getting rid of the massive number of rabbits he catches. When I mentioned that I'm struggling at the moment to find enough for food, he said "Ah, I tell you the best thing to feed 'em. Dry food and bread and milk. That's all they need."

 

It was like the guy had swallowed a book of what not to do.

 

Pointless story, but dont these people wind you up?!!?

Did you ask if he was a member on here

Y.I.S Leeview

[MARKR1985 15]

I just walk off from those type of people mid-conversation!

[ferretville 69]

I just walk off from those type of people mid-conversation!

 

[stealthy1 3,964]

In one ear and out the other, its the only way

[Malt 379]

Different topic, but same sort of thing!

 

Years ago when I first started labouring in the building trade, I was working with my dad on a huge job down by the harbour here in Tenby . The job was to re-slate the back of this huge, old house. Because my town is in the Pembrokeshire coast national park, any work you do on the exterior of a place, has to be identical to what you took off. Anyway, we had 6000 Welsh slates delivered at the front of the property, all of which had to be loaded into a barrow 50 odd at a time, wheeled up a plank, through an ally barely wide enough for the barrow, then down a complicated system of planks down steps the other side.

 

I'd moved about 1500 of the slates, had a break then started on the next pallet. As I put the first few slates in teh barrow, I noticed that something was amiss. I took a slate round to where my old man was working, climbed the scaffold, showed it to him, and said, "Dad, they've sent the wrong size, these ones are too big!"

 

My dad scratched his head, took his tape measure out and measured the slate. He peered over the scaffold towards the 1500 or so slates I'd meticulously stacked ready to go on the pulley, and said, "Er, no, these ones are the right size, those ones you took round earlier are the wrong size!"

 

So, I spent the next few hours moving the smaller slates back around to the front, up the planks, through the alley, down the plank, then back into this pallet.

 

After lunch, I then got stuck into moving the correct sized slates. Now, I live in one of Wales busiest tourist towns. and the harbour is one of the most visited places of all. I'd put up with the stares, and comments like, "Only a few more mate!", made with a gesture to the huge pile of pallets, all morning with good humour.

 

Then this fat, American tourist stopped....

 

He shouted to me as I was half way up the plank with a barrow load,

 

"Hey fella, c'mere a minute!"

 

Doing my 'friendly local' routine though gritted teeth, I backed down the plank.

 

"Your doing that all wrong fella"

 

Came the drawling voice, my blood started to boil!

 

He then proceeded to bend down, and attempt to rearrange my planks!

 

It was clear by the size of him, the fella had never done a days graft in his life, I snapped!

 

"Leave those f**king planks alone!"

 

"I'm only trying to help fella, why you being so rude?"

 

"I've managed to move 4000 slates over those planks as they are, you turn up and suddenly I'm doing it wrong? There's the f**king barrow, you want to have a go?"

 

I dropped the barrow with a thump, and stormed off through the alley to wait for him to walk away! I don't think he stuck around for long!

[Guest Countryboyo]

Different topic, but same sort of thing!

 

Years ago when I first started labouring in the building trade, I was working with my dad on a huge job down by the harbour here in Tenby . The job was to re-slate the back of this huge, old house. Because my town is in the Pembrokeshire coast national park, any work you do on the exterior of a place, has to be identical to what you took off. Anyway, we had 6000 Welsh slates delivered at the front of the property, all of which had to be loaded into a barrow 50 odd at a time, wheeled up a plank, through an ally barely wide enough for the barrow, then down a complicated system of planks down steps the other side.

 

I'd moved about 1500 of the slates, had a break then started on the next pallet. As I put the first few slates in teh barrow, I noticed that something was amiss. I took a slate round to where my old man was working, climbed the scaffold, showed it to him, and said, "Dad, they've sent the wrong size, these ones are too big!"

 

My dad scratched his head, took his tape measure out and measured the slate. He peered over the scaffold towards the 1500 or so slates I'd meticulously stacked ready to go on the pulley, and said, "Er, no, these ones are the right size, those ones you took round earlier are the wrong size!"

 

So, I spent the next few hours moving the smaller slates back around to the front, up the planks, through the alley, down the plank, then back into this pallet.

 

After lunch, I then got stuck into moving the correct sized slates. Now, I live in one of Wales busiest tourist towns. and the harbour is one of the most visited places of all. I'd put up with the stares, and comments like, "Only a few more mate!", made with a gesture to the huge pile of pallets, all morning with good humour.

 

Then this fat, American tourist stopped....

 

He shouted to me as I was half way up the plank with a barrow load,

 

"Hey fella, c'mere a minute!"

 

Doing my 'friendly local' routine though gritted teeth, I backed down the plank.

 

"Your doing that all wrong fella"

 

Came the drawling voice, my blood started to boil!

 

He then proceeded to bend down, and attempt to rearrange my planks!

 

It was clear by the size of him, the fella had never done a days graft in his life, I snapped!

 

"Leave those f**king planks alone!"

 

"I'm only trying to help fella, why you being so rude?"

 

"I've managed to move 4000 slates over those planks as they are, you turn up and suddenly I'm doing it wrong? There's the f**king barrow, you want to have a go?"

 

I dropped the barrow with a thump, and stormed off through the alley to wait for him to walk away! I don't think he stuck around for long!

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Had a similar experience on a building site a few years ago when a fella kept critisizing everything i did and I kept quiet as I was new to the job. one day he told me I was holding the hammer wrong and I flipped and told him that I would ram the hammer straight down his fat throat. next day was given weeks notice. found out after he was the bosses son. Why are bosses sons always f*****g muppets! I hate people that dissagree and have to give advise just for the sake of it. If you genuinely think you can help someone thats fine .Or if they ask for your advice.