Sunday, June 30, 2013

And to Finish Off Your Day

This is a than most post but sometimes you have to let crap out. I guess not really let it out but just to go off kilter a little.

Last Tuesday I headed out of town for work. It's my usual jaunt of 5 hours to a jobsite in SC that I have to keep track of, mainly due to crappy subcontractors that can't look far enough ahead of themselves to get out of their way, and basically want things handed to them on a silver platter. And when things don't go their way, it's phone calls; a lot of calls most of which contain lots of profanity. It's gotten to the point of where I will just hang up on them. I have better things to do than listen to an overgrown schoolyard bully. His boss is no better but more on this in a few.

So I spend the night and spend my Wednesdays going to meetings and running around the jobsite making sure things are going good, fixing problems that I see coming up, making sure the materials are accounted for, basically running my ass off. So for the past few weeks I haven't been able to leave until the late hours from the site, which puts me at home really late. This past Wednesday I walked through the door at 12:30 am Thursday (sorry about that) and spent the better part of the next two hours wired due to driving through storms on the last leg. I fired off about 10 emails with the last going out at 2:00 am, a note to my boss that I'd be late. He understands the schedules we get out there and doesn't say anything about it, actually telling us to stay and rest up before coming in. There's two of us Project Managers where there used to be four and we get run ragged at times. This time it's the other guy's turn as I only have two jobs going on, he has three. 6 months ago I had four and he had two. Better than being unemployed I guess.

Getting back on the main subject, I got a call from Amy saying she had a migraine, bad enough that she usually get shots and sleeps it off. With me out of town and not back until late she only took a sleeping aid which really didn't work. So Thursday she had a couple of her co- workers take her to the doctor, got her shot, then went home. I stayed at work until quitting time and on my drive home was told that the power was out. Great! Know why? Storms. More effing storms and rain! So I make it almost home and I get a friendly call from the power company saying that they'd have the power back on sometime between 10:30 pm and next Tuesday. No power means no AC for the house and no power for the refrigerators. All I could see was spoiled food. So I grab Squeak and off we went to get a generator. Something I really didn't want to spend the money on right now but you gt to do what you got to do. Also had to feed him (darn kids) and get gas. Back at the homestead we assembled the unit, ran a cord to Amy's room so I could put a big fan in there, then ran cords to the house fridge and garage beer fridge. Alright, it has a lot of frozen stuff in it too but one can't be too careful. So being basically exhausted, powerless, and now more broke I was not a happy camper. We spent the rest of the evening raiding the garden and shooting paintballs at a box. Power came back on pretty close to when they said it would so all was good in the end. I collapsed in bed at about 11:30 and was still tired all day Friday. Which brings me to the earlier point....

I have been telling my boss about the phone calls I had been receiving and their content. It really came to a head Thursday when one said field foreman called in to our receptionist (which also handles our equipment in the field) complaining about how stuff breaks down, yada, yada, yada. And he ending the conversation "are you fucking stupid?" I told her to write it up via email and send it to me as I was going to end this once and for all. My boss got a hold of it and basically told their whole company to either clean up their act or we were done with them. Period. It would be a big loss for them and at this point I don't care.

Typical week. Anybody need a generator? Second thought the way this year is going I will probably keep it.

Oh, and the 27th (Thursday) was our 21st wedding anniversary.

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