Ya'll thought I was dead in a ditch somewhere, didn't you? No posts since Sunday, what's up with that?
Although I am sure there is a blog out there somewhere that claims the author is posting from the grave, this is not that blog.
I am alive and well, thankyouverymuch and have been busy.
Busy? You mean, like, I have some sort of life? (NOTE: Although my oven is self-cleaning and my freezer defrosts itself, the rest of my house is not self-cleaning and sometimes, I even watch a movie that's not Shrek I or II or ANTZ.)
Busy at work. Boss the Father left for Sturgis, SD for the big Harley rally last week and Boss the Son, thank you dear Jesus, left this morning. Since my workplace is not a model of organization and well laid plans to begin with, I have been kept hopping. And skipping and jumping now that they're gone.
I have a rule that I adhere to fairly strictly of no work revealing posts, but this one is too funny not to share.
For those of you who aren't keeping up, I work for an excavating contractor.
We are doing a big project (several million dollars) on a job site about 90 miles from here. We are working with a builder we have a long time relationship with. This project has been in the works for several years. Originally, it was going to be a HUD project. Then it was going to be sold by the builder and developed by someone else. That fell through. It sat, forlorn and unwanted by both the builder and the zoning board of the small town it was in for a few years. This summer, it's up and going. It's billed as a "multi-residence zoned community."
What the hell does that mean, you ask? That means that it's going to have condos, apartments, duplexes and single family dwellings, all in the same planned community. A whole lot of condos, apartments, duplexes and single family dwellings. Townspeople are not thrilled. We weren't thrilled since it's 90 miles away but it's a lot of money.
Until this Tuesday, the whole site was mostly trees and overgrown brush.
So we hired a tree guy from that area to take care of it. He had to clear the trees and brush, of which there are many. It's like the Sherwood Forest there. We've never worked with this tree guy before.
No problem, until I got a phone call this afternoon from the real estate developer who is dealing with the builder and us.
Seems the tree guy? Well, he is saying inappropriate things of a sexual nature to a teen-age girl who lives nearby and is driving his dozer to the bar for beer at lunch.
OOPS.
I had to laugh at it. Boss the Son and Boss the Father are both out of town and cell phone coverage is spotty at best. I did manage to get Boss the Son on the Nextel two way and after shouting several times, he finally heard what I was saying: " THE GODDAMNED TREE GUY IS BEING A PERV AND DRIVING HIS DOZER TO THE BAR AND IT'S REALLY PISSING PEOPLE OFF! THE POLICE CHIEF WAS CALLED TWICE! THE TREE GUY IS A PERV AND DRINKS HIS LUNCH!"
After a few moments of dead silence, Boss the Son hit the two-way button again and I heard his entire entourage (he stuffed 3 grown men and his girlfriend in his Denali and trailered the bikes) cracking up in the background while he yelled back at me: "I THOUGHT I'D ALREADY HEARD IT ALL. THE TREE GUY IS A FREAKING PERV! GREAT!"
That one was too good not to share.
A note to all tree huggers who are upset at the thought of us clearing trees for a housing community: People have to live somewhere. If you are distraught over the thought of trees being removed, think of the fact that this work provides jobs and income that supports families and families will live in said houses and the wood will be used in some way, not just chipped up and thrown away. If you are still distraught, then I suggest you head out to the left coast and take up residence in a tree like some of the other wackos have done. People will really take you seriously then.
Comments