I swear, the contractor and the site manager are determined to turn every little disagreement into a pissing contest. They fought for two days about removing some material from site that did not need to be removed and left me caught in the middle. I am getting tired of babysitting two teenagers who reminisce about the days of old and seem determined to prove that they run the job. To add to this fun, this verbal brawl occurred when all the big wigs showed up on site. And there is nothing like the gleam of sun off a string of shiny white hardhats to intensify the pressure of a skirmish of this nature.
We are having fun, fun, fun in the sun, sun, sun up here in the 30 degree weather in the boiling north.
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Nice. I hate those, too. Mind you, good Red Dwarf reference, there.
Bastidges!
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