"When is the next coffee break?"...Because they are also "bring your dog to work" days.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Work, work , work
2:00 on a GORGEOUS day. Why am I at work?
You know what that means...time to spend the rest of the afternoon doing "site checks." I wonder if my brand of cold beer will be on sale at the first "site" I check?
Little do They know...an uscheduled swimming day is in Their very near future.
You know what that means...time to spend the rest of the afternoon doing "site checks." I wonder if my brand of cold beer will be on sale at the first "site" I check?
Little do They know...an uscheduled swimming day is in Their very near future.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
Why I love Monday
1. Somehow, the weekend erases all conversations had on Friday afternoon about what needed to be loaded, where you need to be and what you need to do on Monday morning. "I left the list in my wife's car" makes it even better.
2. Planning to get to the office at 7 because I knew this is what happens.
3. A fender bender on the OTHER side of the road that doubles the commute time. Damn rubberneckers. Its OK I'm sure...we talked about what was going on today on Friday.
4. A call at 7:15 (while I'm busy tailgating a rubbernecker) asking "Hey, how was your weekend? What do we need to do today? I'm on the road headed south."
5. "You have your punch list. Why don't you start with that?"
6. "Its in my wife's car." Click.
7. Finally get to work. Start the coffee. Read the "very important" emails that came in over the weekend. Laugh...but reconsider my girth and the fortitude of my hairline.
8. 7:45 RING. "We're here, what do we need to do?" Try starting with the things on your list!
9. OK...I can see how this day is going to go. Put on babysitter hat...and "why did we hire you" socks.
10. Go out to the shop. Collect everything that was on the list (from memory) but I did double check the list that we made together, just in case. Get in truck and make a delivery to a foreman recently hired who keeps asking why he isn't being given more responsibility.
11. Waste an entire morning telling grown men the EXACT same thing we talked about on Friday afternoon.
What do y'all think? Am I wrong to be upset? Is the typical American employee incapable of of grasping the concept of personal responsibility? Do they not understand that "The Man" is staying up late at night and getting up early in the morning trying to figure out how to make some money so their paychecks don't bounce?
And for the record...Molly and Tess are pissed too. "No, we can't go to the park to pick up chicks. I've got work to do."
"Yea right...I'll be waiting here. Let me know when that park thing works out for you."
2. Planning to get to the office at 7 because I knew this is what happens.
3. A fender bender on the OTHER side of the road that doubles the commute time. Damn rubberneckers. Its OK I'm sure...we talked about what was going on today on Friday.
4. A call at 7:15 (while I'm busy tailgating a rubbernecker) asking "Hey, how was your weekend? What do we need to do today? I'm on the road headed south."
5. "You have your punch list. Why don't you start with that?"
6. "Its in my wife's car." Click.
7. Finally get to work. Start the coffee. Read the "very important" emails that came in over the weekend. Laugh...but reconsider my girth and the fortitude of my hairline.
8. 7:45 RING. "We're here, what do we need to do?" Try starting with the things on your list!
9. OK...I can see how this day is going to go. Put on babysitter hat...and "why did we hire you" socks.
10. Go out to the shop. Collect everything that was on the list (from memory) but I did double check the list that we made together, just in case. Get in truck and make a delivery to a foreman recently hired who keeps asking why he isn't being given more responsibility.
11. Waste an entire morning telling grown men the EXACT same thing we talked about on Friday afternoon.
What do y'all think? Am I wrong to be upset? Is the typical American employee incapable of of grasping the concept of personal responsibility? Do they not understand that "The Man" is staying up late at night and getting up early in the morning trying to figure out how to make some money so their paychecks don't bounce?
And for the record...Molly and Tess are pissed too. "No, we can't go to the park to pick up chicks. I've got work to do."
"Yea right...I'll be waiting here. Let me know when that park thing works out for you."
Saturday, May 06, 2006
MasterCard entry
A few weeks ago, they were advertising a contest to submit your own MasterCard commercial. I know I'm a day late and a dollar short, but here goes:
- A bag of dog food: $25
- Registration, initial vet visits and all the other b.s.: $500
- Staying home on Saturday night: a savings of $100
- Witnessing a struggle over the sweet nectar of the gods: Priceless
Hey Adam...You'll never believe what just happened
STOP! I don't even want to know.What's up with the storms rolling through in the wee hours of the morning every Saturday all of a sudden?
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Hello, this is technical support. How may I help you?
Hello. Yes, I have a question about an ipod I recently purchased. Last night when I tried to charge it, nothing happened."Did you make sure that it was connected to both your computer and to the ipod?"
Yes ma'am. I tried it on all the usb ports on my computer too. I thought that perhaps the one I usually plug it into had gone bad or something.
"You should try to reinstall the drivers. We've been getting a lot of callers with this same problem. That usually corrects it."
Yes, that was going to be the next thing I tried. Can you hang on for just one second?
What do you want, Tess?
O.K. I'll ask.
Miss, have you had any calls reporting that ipod chords are evil and need to be destroyed?
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Sometimes its nice to just lay there
Flipping back an forth between the American Idol results and commentary on the Moussaoui decision, I decided to give up. Pickler is gone and the 20th amateur pilot is allowed to have a boyfriend (I hope his name is Bubba) for the rest of his life.
I could bitch and moan about all that is going on...but what's the point? I've tried writing, calling and emailing each and every one of my elected officials. THEY DON'T GET IT!
But because I've given up...here are some more pictures of Tess' first entry into Mollyland.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Brown noser?
I vote yes.And tonight she learned how to drink from the porcelain water bowl! I'm so proud. The only request...no swimming.
The day after our economy was crippled
Yesterday, each and every one of our fine employees showed up to go to work. From what I hear, they all made it a point to be the first ones at the shop. I guess our little meeting of the minds paid off. I made it a point to thank each and everyone of them for doing the right thing.
The funny thing is, we got more work done on Monday than we usually do on a typical work day. It seems that none of the other trades working on our job site had the same pow-wow. We had the place to ourselves. No plumbers, no painters, no masons, no electricians. Only one drawback on the day...the taco truck didn't show up at lunch. Sue me, I love those grease wagons. The one that's been in this area is high class too. I think they've had a heath inspection as recently as 1995. Just stay away from any taco that includes the words "con lingua." That's just gross.
Today, everyone was back on site. The gringos were all amazed at the work we got done. Even more amazed that we had a 100% turnout. I was approached several times and asked about how we were able to get everyone to show up.
Its was easy really. An honest conversation about mutual respect goes a long way. Looking back on it, I'm glad we were able to have the conversation. Our guys no longer have any doubts about where we stand on the issue...and we don't have doubts on where they stand. We are all pissed that Uncle Sam can't seem to figure out what to do.
They are mad because they don't really know who Uncle Sam is and why he takes a chunk out of their pay check every week.
We are mad because a bunch of hard working men live in limbo while others without their principles demand their "rights." Little do they know, we've scheduled the week so they get Friday (Cinco de Mayo) off. They are all invited to the office on Friday afternoon for some cold Corona and fajitas prepared by the gringos. We do it every year. They all get lit in the afternoon and then go to their own parties while the gringos stay and drink the leftovers.
No lime thank you.
The funny thing is, we got more work done on Monday than we usually do on a typical work day. It seems that none of the other trades working on our job site had the same pow-wow. We had the place to ourselves. No plumbers, no painters, no masons, no electricians. Only one drawback on the day...the taco truck didn't show up at lunch. Sue me, I love those grease wagons. The one that's been in this area is high class too. I think they've had a heath inspection as recently as 1995. Just stay away from any taco that includes the words "con lingua." That's just gross.
Today, everyone was back on site. The gringos were all amazed at the work we got done. Even more amazed that we had a 100% turnout. I was approached several times and asked about how we were able to get everyone to show up.
Its was easy really. An honest conversation about mutual respect goes a long way. Looking back on it, I'm glad we were able to have the conversation. Our guys no longer have any doubts about where we stand on the issue...and we don't have doubts on where they stand. We are all pissed that Uncle Sam can't seem to figure out what to do.
They are mad because they don't really know who Uncle Sam is and why he takes a chunk out of their pay check every week.
We are mad because a bunch of hard working men live in limbo while others without their principles demand their "rights." Little do they know, we've scheduled the week so they get Friday (Cinco de Mayo) off. They are all invited to the office on Friday afternoon for some cold Corona and fajitas prepared by the gringos. We do it every year. They all get lit in the afternoon and then go to their own parties while the gringos stay and drink the leftovers.
No lime thank you.
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