Showing posts with label work environment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work environment. Show all posts

Saturday, March 12, 2011

On Time...

   always means to me, early.  Yesterday I set two big gate posts in concrete and because I am still a bit weak from the voodoo chemo that cured me, I found someone else to dig the holes for me.  We had agreed to meet at a nearby restaurant where I had offered to buy him breakfast. I didn't know this guy and wasn't buying him breakfast to be nice.  It was my idea of a bribe, an offer to get him to the job on time.
   Thirty five years in construction and the worst thing you can do to me is to interrupt my schedule, be late for work or not show up at all.  Everything has an order, in this case I had concrete arriving later and there would be nothing to do without the holes in place.  Had he not shown up I had a list of three others who might dig the holes for me.  I always have a plan "B".
    In the "old days" on time always meant early.  If a job started at 8 AM then you got there early, got the tools out and everything lined up and you actually began working at 8 AM!  This is no longer true.  People show up late as if that were normal, with their coffee in hand and then they want to go to the bathroom before even wondering what the day might offer.  I can't even imagine that!  I want my day to go easily and for that I have to know what is going on, what problems might occur, what unexpected might happen and what tools I might need.
    I originally met the owner to give a bid, discuss the job and see where the gates might go.  I called for a Utility Locate to make sure there were no underground utilities that might be in the way, then I went back to the job to see the markings on the road and determine the perfect location with the homeowner.  I wanted all these issues settled before I had any crew there.  There is a time to discuss and a time to work.
   I developed this notion of time because I once had several employees and any and all time lost always came out of my chech.  The employees always got their eight hours worth, the government for sure got theirs, no waiting there!  The insurance companies and other expences always got their, and what was left over was mine.  All wasted time was paid for by me.  As an employer you quickly learn a plan "B" or you can not stay in business.  It seems now that who ever is buying our services is paying for eight hours and getting only six!
I just couldn't do that and my crew soon learned to be on time, or they found other work.
    I was so happy!  I arrived to our 8:30 AM breakfast at eight o'clock and my new found hole digger was already there!  Wow, that is a good way to impress me and I will tell all my friends and others in this gate building business that I am in.  Word of mouth, the best advertizing ever.
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Saturday, November 6, 2010

What to do?

I hate television. I was forty three years old before I weakened and bought one and I kept that little 19" Sears and Roebuck televion until three years ago, where on the spur of the moment in a fit of insanity I bought a huge 48" flat screen and a Blue Ray! I don't really know what a Blue Ray is. I have never hooked mine up. It is out of the package and has been sitting for almost three years as an accompany to the T.V. I thought I could just plug it in but it came with a lot of cables and instructions in four languages and frankly I just can't be bothered. I watch the news once in a while unless something horrible has happened or they are going on and on about politics and I hate sports, don't watch them at all. I have one favorite show and that is "House", apparently the most popular show on television! Because I am not up to date on this program I watch a series of reruns on Fridays where shows from three years ago are played all day long, a marathon of "Dr. House"! I don't take naps but always fall asleep while watching T.V.
so I suppose that is the same thing.
If you ever get cancer and I sincerely hope not, your energy level goes to about minus seventeen and this is from a guy who, in the past, has happily worked twelve hours a day!
It is unimaginable to not do anything.

Friday, September 24, 2010

The Hands of an Artist



Going back to work is not as simple as it sounded. This is my thumb nail, my big toe nails are gone. What I used to build in a day will njow take me a week. The chemo-therapy that cured my cancer has left a lot of damage in its wake. The neuropathy in my hands will let me work for maybe fifeteen minutes and then I want to cry! At least I sit and give them a break! It is going to take some time, I am at the starting gate, waiting for the sound of the bell.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Where I Work




This is my shop! I showed you mine, I want to see yours! I have a great shop/studio in my backyard surrounded by my garden, about a million flowers it seems and my tomato plants.
These photos are "the old days" about a year ago, before I discovered the cancer. Now mostly I work on "little art" and try to get better at painting. I love the strength and weight and permanency of steel but for now the neuropathy in my hands won't allow me to work with it.
But I am getting stronger every day, so, soon, I hope!