05-05-2014, 10:04 PM
Off on a tangent, yet somewhat related...
Back when I was working construction, in the mid 1990's, I used to buy all my work clothes from the Salvation Army Store when it was across the street from the Central Fire Station, near Lincoln Park. For $1.50 I would buy killa kine aloha shirts to wear to work, on my Davis Bacon job on Hakalau bridge. The DOT big-wigs used to show up on the job & come straight to me and ask questions, but I was just a laborer, albeit an extremely clean-cut worker, and when they asked me hybolical questions I'd give um da spiel I heard the big boss say previously, "we need to use heavier impact hammers on the expansion joints, but our worries involve inducing harmonic vibrations which may induce spalling thus detrimentally affecting the structural integrity of the superstructure..."
That's when our foreman would walk up and let the DOT bosses know that he was in charge, and that I was merely a laborer... (boss looked like a hippy/biker - long beard, scruffy)
We had a lot of laughs over these situations, but we completed the job ahead of schedule, and I never got paid as well since then.
So yeah, one person's rubbish is another's treasure.
Recycle!
Back when I was working construction, in the mid 1990's, I used to buy all my work clothes from the Salvation Army Store when it was across the street from the Central Fire Station, near Lincoln Park. For $1.50 I would buy killa kine aloha shirts to wear to work, on my Davis Bacon job on Hakalau bridge. The DOT big-wigs used to show up on the job & come straight to me and ask questions, but I was just a laborer, albeit an extremely clean-cut worker, and when they asked me hybolical questions I'd give um da spiel I heard the big boss say previously, "we need to use heavier impact hammers on the expansion joints, but our worries involve inducing harmonic vibrations which may induce spalling thus detrimentally affecting the structural integrity of the superstructure..."
That's when our foreman would walk up and let the DOT bosses know that he was in charge, and that I was merely a laborer... (boss looked like a hippy/biker - long beard, scruffy)
We had a lot of laughs over these situations, but we completed the job ahead of schedule, and I never got paid as well since then.
So yeah, one person's rubbish is another's treasure.
Recycle!
"Life is labor, and all that is good in life comes from that labor..."
"Life is labor, and all that is good in life comes from that labor..."