Goodness, it has been a while, yes?
Since being at home for the holidays, I have engaged myself in a number of non-productive activities and plan on continuing to do so. Sleeping until noon must cease, however, due to the drastic amounts of work that must be done with the family biz.
Today I have been a first hand witness to the lethargic attitudes of a certain construction company that I have heard about for the last three months. Lackadaisical is a synonym for the above adjective that could also be used to describe the work ethic of these unfortunately horrific workmen (I actually find it quite stimulating to say both of the "L" words together-they possess such an intelligent air about them, do they not?).
If you wish (and I assume that you do), I will give you an example of what I mean when I say lethargic and lackadaisical, unfortunately horrific workmen: This morning I went to check up on the progress of our shop that was promised to have been opened on October 1st, 2006. Upon arrival, I found a room that had not been cleaned, paint cans that were not closed, and scuff marks that had not been removed from the recently painted walls. In addition, the molding was no where to be found, the pipes and cabinets-filled with sawdust, the floors were a tragic case of dirty, and nothing about the staircase was appealing to the human eye. In my fury and rage, I gracefully stomped outside with my shades on my face and my boots (that were made for walking all over lethargic, lackadaisical, unfortunately horrific workmen who obviously have nothing better to do than to exchange dirty looks in my direction) and found my sweet mother who, regardless of her share of "getting on to their rears," is too nice to hurt any one's feelings and has an unbelievable amount of mercy in her little bones. After reporting to her the outcome of my inspection, she (enraged) pointed me in the direction of the man in charge of this show boat. I admit, introductions would have been a more polite way to handle the situation, but I dove right in for the kill.
The conversation went a little something like this:
Megan: "Man, you have got to clean those pipes!"
Project Manager: "Aww, yeah, we gonna git ta that."
Megan: "No you aren't going to git ta that. You have to get the pipes CLEAN. Like, NOW!"
Sweet Mom: "It's OK Megan, calm down."
Megan: "No, I am not going to calm down (to mom)...Look, we have a business to run; You have got to do your job! I am sure that you want to enjoy your Christmas as much as we do" (to Project Manager).
Sweet Mom: "Come on Meg, It's fine."
Megan: (walking away from L.L.U.H.W.) "Mom, it is NOT fine. This is ridiculous. We are paying them and they are incapable of quality."
Needless to say, the foreman avoided me for the rest of the afternoon and did nothing to stop MY SWEET MOM AND ME from standing on two ladders and dusting the pipes and the cabinets with windex and a rag.
In the mean time, two others from the LLUHW club stood around and watched us waiting for their instructions. Can you not see that the entire floor is covered in debris? How about you pick up that there broom and get to sweeping?!
I can not comprehend any reason that would prevent someone (who is being paid by the hour and is in grave danger of being fired) from making even the slightest effort to do what you wake up every morning to do!
I am trying to follow the advice of a wise friend..."Float like a butterfly..." (Not sure that I need help with the stinging like a bee part).
FYI: The two Project Managers were fired at 4:30 pm by the boss man (who is, like them, incompetent).
Since being at home for the holidays, I have engaged myself in a number of non-productive activities and plan on continuing to do so. Sleeping until noon must cease, however, due to the drastic amounts of work that must be done with the family biz.
Today I have been a first hand witness to the lethargic attitudes of a certain construction company that I have heard about for the last three months. Lackadaisical is a synonym for the above adjective that could also be used to describe the work ethic of these unfortunately horrific workmen (I actually find it quite stimulating to say both of the "L" words together-they possess such an intelligent air about them, do they not?).
If you wish (and I assume that you do), I will give you an example of what I mean when I say lethargic and lackadaisical, unfortunately horrific workmen: This morning I went to check up on the progress of our shop that was promised to have been opened on October 1st, 2006. Upon arrival, I found a room that had not been cleaned, paint cans that were not closed, and scuff marks that had not been removed from the recently painted walls. In addition, the molding was no where to be found, the pipes and cabinets-filled with sawdust, the floors were a tragic case of dirty, and nothing about the staircase was appealing to the human eye. In my fury and rage, I gracefully stomped outside with my shades on my face and my boots (that were made for walking all over lethargic, lackadaisical, unfortunately horrific workmen who obviously have nothing better to do than to exchange dirty looks in my direction) and found my sweet mother who, regardless of her share of "getting on to their rears," is too nice to hurt any one's feelings and has an unbelievable amount of mercy in her little bones. After reporting to her the outcome of my inspection, she (enraged) pointed me in the direction of the man in charge of this show boat. I admit, introductions would have been a more polite way to handle the situation, but I dove right in for the kill.
The conversation went a little something like this:
Megan: "Man, you have got to clean those pipes!"
Project Manager: "Aww, yeah, we gonna git ta that."
Megan: "No you aren't going to git ta that. You have to get the pipes CLEAN. Like, NOW!"
Sweet Mom: "It's OK Megan, calm down."
Megan: "No, I am not going to calm down (to mom)...Look, we have a business to run; You have got to do your job! I am sure that you want to enjoy your Christmas as much as we do" (to Project Manager).
Sweet Mom: "Come on Meg, It's fine."
Megan: (walking away from L.L.U.H.W.) "Mom, it is NOT fine. This is ridiculous. We are paying them and they are incapable of quality."
Needless to say, the foreman avoided me for the rest of the afternoon and did nothing to stop MY SWEET MOM AND ME from standing on two ladders and dusting the pipes and the cabinets with windex and a rag.
In the mean time, two others from the LLUHW club stood around and watched us waiting for their instructions. Can you not see that the entire floor is covered in debris? How about you pick up that there broom and get to sweeping?!
I can not comprehend any reason that would prevent someone (who is being paid by the hour and is in grave danger of being fired) from making even the slightest effort to do what you wake up every morning to do!
I am trying to follow the advice of a wise friend..."Float like a butterfly..." (Not sure that I need help with the stinging like a bee part).
FYI: The two Project Managers were fired at 4:30 pm by the boss man (who is, like them, incompetent).
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