1/19 - 5: So yesterday the secretary asks what I would like for breakfast for my birthday, she remembered; considerate, and I told her burritos; though the snowflake tried to make me change it as he overheard. So on her dime she gets one for everyone but the owner, kind and considerate bringing some light into the w world. She also got everyone a Christmas gift, except the boss; it is funny as pit bull and the boss try to weigh in she has no problem saying. "Don't better yourself stay here at this great job." sarcastically in front of the owner himself, and tells us all to get out as soon as possible.
Anyway, so I knew there would be breakfast burritos and it was "On the house" and did not eat before going. Just like I said "Men" tend to wolf it down, and pit bull was so busy he barely spoke until gangster came in and started down on his, then the battle of testosterone began between the two. Made it vulgar and she left back to the desk.
Though they all knew it was my birthday, the "Men" and were eating burritos because of it, even working with the majority of them for the day, not a one said happy birthday. No surprise. And not a one of them thanked her for her thought and money spent, save one right here; I thanked her three times.
Gangster, who listens to that horrid music, actually takes food from co-workers and has even looked in my igloo which I stopped him, and saw there was an extra burrito. "Ooh I am taking that." I had just got up to put the napkins and trash in the trash. "No you are not, it is my birthday and I am going to eat that." and took it away from him.
The irony still continues as we work during the day, one millennial said that California was two hours ahead of Texas...... He is so enamored on gangster guy from Cali, out of prison; though gangster does not work much as his skin tone is correct.....
So w today was a lot more digging and driving ground rods down with a sledge hammer. The one who has a good conversation and is educated is working with me, his foot holding the ground rod in place so it does not wobble with every strike. "You better not hit my foot, or I am knocking you on the head." "You better move fast." "I am sure I can punch you before you can even get up." "I mean you better move your foot before I hit it." They have been calling me Uncle and Grandfather lately and with that the super on site said. "Oh! Coach."
So he and I are driving ten foot ground rods, three of them down, and making fun with it, and taking turns. You can tell when the arms are getting tired as the strikes start getting off mark. We go back and forth and finally he sees it and asks me if I need a break. Ambidextrous, and said no that is one arm, moved the sledge hammer over to the other arm and went at it more.
We exchange once more, and the super on site is working and even gave it some, but is listening and watching, my turn again. I just go to work, close and low using my arm on the leg as a pivot, he stood tall and tried to hammer it down. Finally the super goes 20, 21, 22, he was counting how many times I hit the rod without missing. Can he make it to 30, your trying to jinx me, I said and went 27, 28, 29. I go down and the other moved the rod, knew he would, and he gave me 29 and a half. I still nicked it as he moved it another direction with the rope he thought was better than his foot.
So grandpa drew down on it, with a more steady movement longer and hit it more accurate than both; guess not slow, but more thoughtful wins the day. he he he.......

