Working around plumbers and electricians on one job, and I'm honestly surprised they didn't choke on their own tongues, they were that fucking stupid. And those sorry fucks complained when they had a scissor lift to work off of.
I'd been going back and forth with this one electrician for about a week, cause he's been fighting me over where he needs to run his conduit. I'm working with 46" by 52" stainless duct, heavy shit. His conduit is 5/8" and I've let him run his stuff first most of the time, since it's smaller and less obtrusive. Bastard still manages to run it right where I need to get my duct, no matter how many times I've told him.
One day, I'm up in the ceiling, hanging a stainless stack elbow; fucker weighs about 30 pounds. Now I'm on top of a 12' ladder, cussing up a storm because I've barely got enough space to wedge this thing up there, it's 110 degrees, and I'm stuck doing it on my own. Electrician is on the ground, watching me work for a good ten, fifteen minutes.
Just after I've got the top two bolts in it and I'm finally able to wipe the sweat off my face, the electrician down on the floor starts shouting up at me, "Hey! Can you take that piece back down? There's a dead switch up above it."
I looked down at him and said, "Sure, but you're gonna need to get another electrician."
He gave me a stupid look. "Why?"
"Cause I'm about to put a dead electrician up there!"
Stupid fuck could've told me before I'd finished hanging that heavy bastard. But no, that'd make sense.