Friday, July 10, 2009

one of those mornings...


fucking people sometimes!!!! rarararargrgrgrgrgrgrggrgrgrhhhghghgg....

for weeks now, closer to three months, management has been trying to get one of our guys to go down to the health center and paint some handi-capped parking strips and a stencil. in the beginning his excuse was "i don't have the paint.". so i ordered him some caution blue highway grade paint. both in a one gallon container and two cases of spray paint. then his excuse was "these cans wont fit in my custom strip painting machine.". i didn't even know we had a custom strip painting fucking machine. so he orders two cases of paint for his machine. and there the paint sat on the table in front of the office for weeks.
i show up to work the other morning and caught wind of an end to a management meeting where the big boss was asking if someone could please go and paint the fucking lines at the health center... i said id do it, i was sick of fucking hearing about this shit and tired of office personnel asking what these boxes of paint were doing on the table...
i grab a guy and we head down to the location. we clean up the area, and go into the office to let the ladies know we are there and planning on painting the handi-fucking-capped area. i showed them a ADA approved painting scheme and asked if there was any questions...
we returned after lunch when the asphalt was dry, knocked on the door to let them know we were back and we would be beginning work and cornering off the area.
we are mostly through the job when their "lunch hour" ends, they unlock the door and come out to see the progress.

"this isn't how Sharron wanted it..."
"it looks nice but its wrong..."
"i think Sharron wanted it differently..."
"i wish we would have known you were here, we got an email during lunch..."

said the ladies of the health center.

"uh, i knocked on the door. i showed you the plans. you said to go ahead with it and begin earlier." i replied.

you all must understand, we are doing this for free. as a contribution to our community, to our health center. i didn't charge for my hours and wasn't planning on writing down the value of the paint and such...

this morning we get a phone call for the chief person there. (a long time family like friend) who is not pleased with new handi-capped parking area. i took my boss down there and showed him what i had done and explained how/why i did it that way... there were four cars parked there in the same way i had painted the lines. the old handi-parking was painted the same way. the handi-parking sign was facing directly forward and the ramp for hand-access is positioned for ambulance parking in that manner as well.

sounds good right.

take into account this is highway grade paint. like the lines you see in the center of the road on every fucking freeway in America. now i have to bring down our large air compressor, my industrial sandblaster, several hundred pounds of bagged kiln dried cement and spend the rest of my day truing to remove this shit. then remeasure it all (if that is successful) and repaint it all diagonal..

i think i will be bringing some beer down for this and blasting some Micheal Jackson during their lunch hour, so they know that im there....

6 comments:

Leah said...

That is one of the most incredible stories of aggravation and ninniness I've ever heard. That you didn't blow a complete fucking gasket is just testament to your self-control. 'Cause I practically blew a gasket just hearing about it.

denim said...

so how do they want it? i'm guessing some kind of backwards way that doesn't make much sense?

Megan said...

I'm not liking Sharon. Not one bit.

The Mistress said...

A large air compressor, an industrial sandblaster, and several hundred pounds of bagged kiln dried cement ...

Sounds like my morning makeup routine.

Megan said...

I've got to start visiting MJ. I've been remiss...

The Mistress said...

I'd like to file a complaint that there hasn't been a post here since July 10th.

And that Megan hasn't visited me yet.