Closet Extremist

I hadda get my "Back Up"

Well... I put my foot down today 'cuz somethin' hadda give. I had to explain to several people (Contractor, Office staff, Bitching to my helper, etc.) that I have only had one day off in the last three weeks, and I'm fucking tired. This week, I only put in 33 hours on a job that is to be completed in three weeks. Sure, the rest of the job is waiting on the elevator. Right, the timetable is close. Correct, the office promised them 40 hours this week. Unfortunately, I spent a half a day (four hours) on Monday running around procuring oil pipe and other sundries for a job up in Kentucky, and all day (12 hours worth) of getting some oil pipe in the ground before a concrete pad is laid. By my math, that's 49 hours this week.

I'd like to mention that I'm not afraid of work. Nossir, I'm actually quite proud to do a "Job O' Work" every day. Even the dreaded Overtime doesn't scare me. I've worked a hell of a lot of it over the last I don't know how many months, but there comes a point. Sure, the money's good, but I've got to have a little downtime. I've gotta recharge my batteries.

I've done some stupid shit this week, processes that are normally simple, have been complicated by several mistakes. Mistakes take time to correct and that's time I don't have. I've grabbed the wrong sized pipe fittings, and that's cost nearly three hours. There's more of this type of thing, but I've forgotten all the details. My helper just started with the company on Manday. He's an 18 year old kid, a good one, but still a kid. It ain't his fault, but he just don't know nothin'. I've been teaching him all week, and that takes time.

This afternoon, I had to explain to everyone involved, that I was taking this weekend off. In no uncertain terms. I hadda get "Short" with a few folks, and I feel bad about that. I feel pretty good about the fact that I'll get some rest this weekend. I'll do my job much better come Monday. Hell, I've got a fifty hour week starting monday... Gotta make up the time.