Did more work on the deck yesterday. That was good. But it rained the whole time. Still, we got a few more posts in the ground and there is visible progress. Sal and I are working well together this time. We don’t usually. Too many supervisors on site as a rule, not enough willing workers. Labour problems seem to plague us.
This is an amazing problem when you think about it. There are only the two of us! And we are great partners in most things. But neither of us knows anything about building – not really – and yet any disagreements are the result of an implied knowledge that one tries to exercise over the other.
“What are you doing?!”
“Cutting a log.”
“Did you measure it?”
“No. Thought I’d just wing it, ya know….? Looks about forty-eight inches.”
“What!? You have to measure!”
“Well, of course I measured it, didn’t I? It is exactly 46 and seven eights.”
“Well, you didn’t tell me!”
“No. True. I try to keep this sort of thing on a need-to-know basis. I didn’t think you needed to know”.
“Well, I can’t help if I don’t know what is going on, can I? Why are you being so difficult?”
“Kinda guy I am. Difficult. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to cut the log now, you deck Nazi!”
“I am not a deck Nazi! You’re the deck Nazi!”
And so it goes for a few minutes and then things are good again and we go along nicely for another hour or so before another petty-tyrant issue erupts. I can’t honestly say that I am any less guilty than she. Maybe a bit more, actually. Maybe.
I sometimes (often) don’t know what I am doing and having questions asked of me at the time is – for me, anyway – vexing. I tend towards the terse and snappy at such times. Mea culpa.
Sal is pretty much problem free as a person. She has a good attitude and is willing to do what needs to be done. But she does like to have everything explained ahead of time and she likes to understand what is going to happen before it is supposed to happen. She likes plans, lists and proper preparation. These are totally foreign concepts to me.
“We don’ need no stinkin’ plans!” (Cheech and Chong Institute of Technology)
I tend towards winging it. I like to think of it as creative. Sometimes I call it ‘organic’. And I prefer the ‘just do as I say’ kind of helper – the kind that can read my mind. So, that prerequisite is, for sure, not really fair for her. She has trouble reading my mind and, of course, there is no plan in there to read, anyway. Hell, there is barely a mind! What mind there is, is usually confused and or empty of the required skill/knowledge information even at the best of times. Even if she could read it, there would be too many blank pages with scribbling all over. I am much more a ‘sketch-on-a-napkin-as-you-go’ type.
When you think about it, it is a bloody marvel we ever get anything done. But it does make for adventure. All the time. I love working with Sal.
It is not mutual.
“I’ve got this idea for a huge project and I am going to need your help.”
“I am going to be away then!”
“You don’t know what it is or when we are going to do it?”
“Whenever. Whatever. I am pretty sure I am booked then. I am completely sure, actually. I’ll be far away then.”
“See, you can read my mind, after all!”