After working 24 of the last 26 days I finally earned a day off, just to have to go to Santa Fe to deal with warranty issues.
I did put my foot down and refused to drive back to Telluride on Sunday to appease the gods of installation, construction, and confusion.
This project is actually run more badly than the last one, and I thought that was not possible. Trust me, it is possible.
The superintendant reminds me of a nine year old with ADD in a jewelry store. He has the attention span of a fly and flits from crisis to crisis throwing out “solutions” like confetti and can’t even get his own company to agree to what they are going to do. They will often demand that something get done by a deadline; then demand that you remove the work that you did because they forgot that something needed to be done before you should have done what they demanded. Then, they tell you that they will not pay extra because you should not have done what they demanded that you do.
It is like being in a circus without the little clown car. I keep expecting a herd of clowns to suddenly appear from a closet somewhere, but so far this has failed to happen.
I am getting plenty of exercise. Having to climb stairs many times a day because we are not allowed to use the elevator can get one in touch with muscles that were forgotten long ago. We have to walk to the basement level to use the disgusting porta potties, then climb back to areas like level 5 where you are gasping for breath and cursing the invention of the stair in the first place.
If I did not like my job so much I would be off like a cheap dress on prom night.
The nearest affordable grocery is about 65 miles away. Prices in Telluride are about half again as much as anywhere else. An $8.00 breakfast is over $12.00 and a $2.50 burrito is about $5.00. I don’t buy things in Telluride, being the cheap bastard that I am.
It really is a beautiful place. I guess that the powers-that-be expect you to pay a premium to look at the mountains. I love the beauty but don’t think that living there would be worth the expense.
It’s a nice place to visit, but I can’t afford to live there.
I hardly get to see it. I am at work before the sun rises and that same sun is just a pink glow in the West when I go home at night.
The Mrs. is using all the extra money that I am earning to pay off holiday bills and plan a trip for this March. I plan to work as much as possible in February, reinforcing my reputation as an overtime slut and general asshole.
Now I should write the report about Santa Fe and let my bosses know that large logs sometimes have bugs inside and that wood warps.
Happy Stupid Bowel Sunday!
