I've worked at my job for going on nine years. When I started, I was just to be part-time seasonal help and was to assist a guy who had a degree in this field. I'm not putting myself down, here, to be sure I can do my job. However, he occasionally would go off on a tangent and do things for farmers that really weren't in the realm of what he should have been doing and was over-reaching a bit. He definately was working outside my comfort zone.
Shortly after I started, he quit, leaving me with the job on a full-time basis. This also left me with more than one headache in the form of farmers that he had been working on these special "outside" projects with.
One such farmer we'll call Bud. Bud was a grouch from day one. He came into the office expecting to see my co-worker and when he found out he'd quit he was completely livid and didn't mince words about it. I had only been here about a month at the time, so wasn't quite ready to have someone blow up at me for something I had nothing to do with. Bud liked to do things his way. It wasn't good enough to have us go take his field samples, nooo… he had to take his own. Then he'd show up with his little diagrams of where they were in his field. Not to mention he had several different diagrams of what he wanted where and how and of course, none of it was GPS'd. It was measured with who-knows-what in the field and he came in with his maps and wanted things done using his diagrams and his measurements. Total pain in the ass, let me tell you. I mean, yeah… it can be done, but when it is the busy season I really don't have the time to spend three or four hours on one field!
The other thing he would do was to come up with his own formulas and he wanted us to plug them into our system and use them to apply his fertilizer. They were in no way usable with our system and would have to be re-worked. Something, I'm sorry to say, is way above my pay grade. Oh, wait. The guy above my pay grade is gone. It is just me.
After a conference with my boss, it was decided I didn't have the time, energy, or to be honest, the knowledge to continue pampering this one customer. Well, he took it badly. No surprise. After that he wouldn't even talk to me. He would look at me like I was the dumbest person on the planet. In a bizarre twist, he went completely the other way… instead of applying his product with variable rate GPS like we normally do, which was only a step away from what he was trying to do in his cobbled up way, he went right back to conventional blanket spreading. That's spreading one rate of product over the whole field whether it needs it or not. Totally backwards.
Bud always came off as being so superior to everyone. He drove me nuts. He had to be in his 60's and I found out he climbed mountains for "fun". The big ones. (Although I laughed because he always had help carrying his gear, I heard.) I would get so frustrated with him that I would often wish he'd just go on one of his trips and fall off the mountain. I know, evil of me, wasn't it?
I found out yesterday that a few months ago he died of a heart attack. Home, sitting in his computer chair. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. *note sarcasm* I know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead… but really? When they are such asshats in life, does it help to try and make them sound wonderful in death? I guess I don't think so. Obviously.