I'm struggling with people at the moment. My phone rings and I don't want to answer it because I can't be bothered with listening to their crap. I was on site yesterday and I had yet another experience of an old Farmer coming over to me with the intention of telling me there was a better way to do what I was doing. I had mounted a WiFi access point at the highest point on the gable wall of his house (with his son's agreement) and he decided it was a bad place because his grandchildren might be playing football and hit it with the ball. I told him that nowhere in the yard was safe in that case, that I'd installed dozens of these without issue and that, if he had a problem, he'd be the first. Part of me wanted to bury my forehead into his nose and smash it level with the rest of his face. He was standing there looking at me with no idea in his head that, if there were no laws, I would utterly destroy him. There are laws though, and I won't break them.
The problem with some farmers is that they live in a little bubble. They are the big men of their yards - all their ideas are brilliant in their minds because there is nobody there to disagree. People going to them, to do work, are supposed to be impressed by them. I've reached the point where I am aggressive back to them and I'm quite willing to leave the job undone and go home.
Anyway, angry rant over. Its Friday and the weekend looms with all its undoubted delights.