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Site Tour or Field Trip Day
Apr. 14th, 2022 09:16 pmThe site tour went better than expected. Although the project team was woefully unprepared. Not that it mattered, since only two firms showed up.
The others, we joked, went to the beach.
It was 80 degree. Beautiful. Clear blue skies. All worries of thunderstorms floated away. (The thunderstorms kindly did not arrive until 5:45pm, after I got home, to hit us.)
Six firms made reservations, and sent in Site Tour Release forms, but only two showed up, and one that didn't make a reservation at all, didn't send a Site Tour Release Form, nor brought the correct Personal Protective Equipment or reflective vest.
ME: Hello, who are you.
Contractor: AI Equipment and Painting.
Me (checking my attendance list): You didn't make a reservation or send in a form.
Contractor: I called you.
Me: No, you didn't.
Contractor: I got your name.
ME: I never spoke with you and never got an email. Also you aren't wearing a vest. (He didn't have a mask either - but I was willing to waive that - since it wasn't listed as a requirement any longer, we were outside, it was sunny, and warm. But the reflective vest is required. At least he was wearing safety boots.) I can't let you on the tour.
Contractor: Is this mandatory?
Me: No.
Contractor: Are all the stations visible like this one? (You can see everything through the barbed wire fence (which granted has seen better days).)
Me: Yes.
Contractor: Okay then, bye.
The site tour really wasn't necessary. I managed to talk the project team and the contractors who showed up out of visiting all of the sites. So, I cut at least three hours off of it. Instead of being from 10-3pm, it was 10-12 pm. And most of the time was spent on driving. It took an hour to get out there.
Anyhow, I got a nice tour of Long Island. You can tell a New Yorker from a tourist by how they refer to the geographical locations in New York.
( that New York State of Mind )
It's nice out on Long Island, hilly, lots of trees, and beautiful homes. I can't afford it, plus it's not highly walkable. I need to find a rich significant other - who has a chauffeur.
For the most part, folks wore masks. I took mine off periodically - when outside, and briefly in the car to eat my energy bars and drink water (I was feeling woozy again, due to barometric pressure, dehydration, and low blood sugar or pressure. Menopause means I get overheated easily now.) But I was behind the guys in front, so safe. The Project Manager, while not vaccinated, had gotten COVID in March, and tested negative yesterday. I figured he was safer than I or the other guy were - we were both vaccinated.
***
Got back to crazy workplace. Found out during tour that everyone is fed up with crazy workplace. And people are leaving right and left. They are fed up in the office too.
Babs has had it with BYT (Bright Young Thing Manager). I'd feel sorry for BYT, but I've lost patience with her as well - so I decided to torture her with email overload. (Micromanage me at your own peril. I will gleefully overload you with details and information. Babs is the same way. We both do that. She kind of taught it to me. No, actually, I think we both learned it in law school - we both have legal backgrounds.) She pulled me aside today to find out why A was upset. I didn't know for certain, but my guess was what he'd told me the previous week - while we were commiserating over it.
I swear, I should teach a class on how not to manage people. Things you shouldn't do. I've only had one or two decent managers in my lifetime, and both lasted about a year each.
It's taught me that crappy people are like cockroaches, they refuse to go away permanently. And most of them for reasons that escape me, get promoted to management.
***
The subway shooting thing has gotten complicated. Apparently the person of interest, or the guy accused of this - turned himself in. He called them.
And his attorney's are claiming that he may be innocent of the crime.
Saw that on the news this morning.
I hope he's not. Because that means the bad guy is still out there wandering around. I have a feeling my fellow New Yorkers feel pretty much the same way. As does law enforcement - which is the problem.
Fair trial? Hmmph.
***
I intended to get up early tomorrow morning to do laundry, but I'm exhausted. So I may sleep in and do it in the afternoon instead.
***
There was a Helen Reddy song on my Iphone Apple Tunes the other day, that I really identified with..
Where Is My Friend?
It's a rarely heard song...
( Read more... )
It's a plaintive song...and haunted me one morning on the way to work.
I had a friend like that. I lost her at the fork in a road, not of my own choosing, way back when I was around 11 or 12 years of age. My parents chose to move to Kansas from Pennsylvania in the late 1970s. We corresponded for a bit, but...well, without visits (and my parents chose not to return for any), the distance drags, and we fall out of touch. I did see her once again about five years later. But time had taken its toll.
And the visit was far too brief.
I never ever saw her again.
We'd been best friends for about six years.
And I've had other friends like that over the years. My loss of friends is not due to fallings out or anything either of us have necessarily done, but logistics, and life.
I envy those who haven't had this happen. But my guess is they are rare and few between, or it would never have become a song.
The others, we joked, went to the beach.
It was 80 degree. Beautiful. Clear blue skies. All worries of thunderstorms floated away. (The thunderstorms kindly did not arrive until 5:45pm, after I got home, to hit us.)
Six firms made reservations, and sent in Site Tour Release forms, but only two showed up, and one that didn't make a reservation at all, didn't send a Site Tour Release Form, nor brought the correct Personal Protective Equipment or reflective vest.
ME: Hello, who are you.
Contractor: AI Equipment and Painting.
Me (checking my attendance list): You didn't make a reservation or send in a form.
Contractor: I called you.
Me: No, you didn't.
Contractor: I got your name.
ME: I never spoke with you and never got an email. Also you aren't wearing a vest. (He didn't have a mask either - but I was willing to waive that - since it wasn't listed as a requirement any longer, we were outside, it was sunny, and warm. But the reflective vest is required. At least he was wearing safety boots.) I can't let you on the tour.
Contractor: Is this mandatory?
Me: No.
Contractor: Are all the stations visible like this one? (You can see everything through the barbed wire fence (which granted has seen better days).)
Me: Yes.
Contractor: Okay then, bye.
The site tour really wasn't necessary. I managed to talk the project team and the contractors who showed up out of visiting all of the sites. So, I cut at least three hours off of it. Instead of being from 10-3pm, it was 10-12 pm. And most of the time was spent on driving. It took an hour to get out there.
Anyhow, I got a nice tour of Long Island. You can tell a New Yorker from a tourist by how they refer to the geographical locations in New York.
( that New York State of Mind )
It's nice out on Long Island, hilly, lots of trees, and beautiful homes. I can't afford it, plus it's not highly walkable. I need to find a rich significant other - who has a chauffeur.
For the most part, folks wore masks. I took mine off periodically - when outside, and briefly in the car to eat my energy bars and drink water (I was feeling woozy again, due to barometric pressure, dehydration, and low blood sugar or pressure. Menopause means I get overheated easily now.) But I was behind the guys in front, so safe. The Project Manager, while not vaccinated, had gotten COVID in March, and tested negative yesterday. I figured he was safer than I or the other guy were - we were both vaccinated.
***
Got back to crazy workplace. Found out during tour that everyone is fed up with crazy workplace. And people are leaving right and left. They are fed up in the office too.
Babs has had it with BYT (Bright Young Thing Manager). I'd feel sorry for BYT, but I've lost patience with her as well - so I decided to torture her with email overload. (Micromanage me at your own peril. I will gleefully overload you with details and information. Babs is the same way. We both do that. She kind of taught it to me. No, actually, I think we both learned it in law school - we both have legal backgrounds.) She pulled me aside today to find out why A was upset. I didn't know for certain, but my guess was what he'd told me the previous week - while we were commiserating over it.
I swear, I should teach a class on how not to manage people. Things you shouldn't do. I've only had one or two decent managers in my lifetime, and both lasted about a year each.
It's taught me that crappy people are like cockroaches, they refuse to go away permanently. And most of them for reasons that escape me, get promoted to management.
***
The subway shooting thing has gotten complicated. Apparently the person of interest, or the guy accused of this - turned himself in. He called them.
And his attorney's are claiming that he may be innocent of the crime.
Saw that on the news this morning.
I hope he's not. Because that means the bad guy is still out there wandering around. I have a feeling my fellow New Yorkers feel pretty much the same way. As does law enforcement - which is the problem.
Fair trial? Hmmph.
***
I intended to get up early tomorrow morning to do laundry, but I'm exhausted. So I may sleep in and do it in the afternoon instead.
***
There was a Helen Reddy song on my Iphone Apple Tunes the other day, that I really identified with..
Where Is My Friend?
It's a rarely heard song...
( Read more... )
It's a plaintive song...and haunted me one morning on the way to work.
I had a friend like that. I lost her at the fork in a road, not of my own choosing, way back when I was around 11 or 12 years of age. My parents chose to move to Kansas from Pennsylvania in the late 1970s. We corresponded for a bit, but...well, without visits (and my parents chose not to return for any), the distance drags, and we fall out of touch. I did see her once again about five years later. But time had taken its toll.
And the visit was far too brief.
I never ever saw her again.
We'd been best friends for about six years.
And I've had other friends like that over the years. My loss of friends is not due to fallings out or anything either of us have necessarily done, but logistics, and life.
I envy those who haven't had this happen. But my guess is they are rare and few between, or it would never have become a song.
