I was busy at work the past week and the Ides of March passed by without much fanfare. Union wages with $500 per day on weekends. Week days with comparable pay. Not too shabby, but therefore, no computer. Once you get on the computer there's a clear and ever present risk that you might end up still on it late into the morning hours. At daylight, you drag ass, and no if's, and's or butt's, about it, you get your ass kicked off the job. I just couldn't restrain myself from the previous sentence. Self-censor it yourself if it offends your sensibilities. Other than that, nothing substantive to report on except the job was a slam bam pace to finish up the project on schedule and the project is indeed done. And done well, if I may add myself. Oh, is it only me, or is a pound of margarine more expensive than a pound of butter at the grocery store?
The problem with a "few" carpenters, and won't mention names, is their lack of money management skills to a point where....this female carpenter at work, "I like drink soda for lunch, but I no mo $1.50 for the soda machine." That's not a rhetorical statement. It packs an agenda. Meaning, "Like, go and find the $1.50 somewhere else, LOL." Well, I only had a credit card but nonetheless, "I tell you what, the soda machine does accept credit cards, so I'll buy a soda for you, especially for you, when I buy mines at lunch." It's still a full two hours before lunch. No more than a ½-hour later, lo and behold, Female Carpenter is back informing me of a deal she just struck up to procure cigarettes fully aware that we both ran out of cigarettes for the rest of the day. She decrees that if I also buy a soda for the carpenter that she happened to be working with....
Apparently, the carpenter that Female Carpenter is working with, didn't bring one dollar bills to work. The soda machine doesn't accept denominations above one dollar bills. Of material, that aforementioned carpenter has cigarettes. As a standing rule, I pay 50¢ for every cigarette that I bum off from a fellow carpenter. Female Carpenter explains...."Well, since a bottle of soda costs $1.50, a bottle of soda equates to three cigarettes at 50¢ a cigarette by that exchange rate. Like, huh? How did I get to be a party to this transaction. But still, just about when I'm this far away from commending her, Female Carpenter spouts, "Now we get cigarettes to smoke." WE. Do the math, yourself. "I buy the cigarettes, not to mention the bottle of soda for you, and now, WE get to smoke the cigarettes that I get to buy. WE, didn't buy the cigarettes, and WE ain't smoking the cigarettes." Female Carpenter is a renown bi-polar in the trade quite famous for her frequent erratic outbursts, so I'll skip the details how that went over with her.
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Sounds to me like you've got a mega moocher working with you. And Ron, quit smoking so you can blog longer. Butter vs. margarine? No, I hadn't noticed the prices. I'll have to check.
Kay- the prologue to the story is that she and I was partnered up earlier in the week. We usually work in pairs, installing different things high up on scaffolds, etc. But we only got into some heated arguments, so they thought it wiser to separate us two. That's putting it mildly, LOL, but that's part and parcel of the trade. Just the day before this, she dangled the story of having only a ¼ tank of gas. So I loan her the $6 that I had on me. But I said, you sure you can make it home and back to work from Kapolei from Honolulu, tomorrow .... otherwise we go service station and I'll use my card to buy you $20 worth of gas and that way you owe me an even $20. She graciously declined my offer, which is why I was even more pee-ed with her antics the very next day. Don't get me wrong, all in a day's work. I bet that makes you glad you're not in the trades. And yes, check out that margarine/butter pricing.
Moocher is right! Bambucha moocha! The only way she'll quit is if you stop lending her money. It could be the best gift you ever give her, yeah?
Mokihana- well, we get paid weekly so it's just to tide the broke ass brotherhood and sista for the next few days.
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