Can't ride the bus anymore

  Finally, the end of the week, Friday! The last thing I wanted to do Friday or Saturday night, was think, talk or write about work, I had enough. Sunday morning with a cup of coffee, while my wife is at work, seems like a good time. What does "can't ride the bus anymore" mean?

     There are buses on the island that takes people from the ferry to the facility, and from the facility to the ferry. The walk is probably a mile or so, not terrible, but it is the winter, could be raining and we need to carry stuff on and off the island. So, someone complained, and we can no longer ride the bus. What did they complain about, who knows, they don't like how we look, smell or dress, whatever. But someone complained about sitting next to the tax payer who, pays for the facility they work in, pays their salary and pays for the bus, we can no longer ride! @%&# you!

     Anyhow, we received a rebar delivery as expected...

     and unloaded it in time for the driver to make the ferry off the island. Now I thought my men did a great job unloading the rebar...

    

      nice right? "Unacceptable, I am taking photos and sending them to your office, telling them this is not acceptable," is what I heard. What is wrong with this rebar, some of it is touching the dirt, okie dokie. 

     Moving on... there is a hole open for us, we did some layout, moved material and covered the hole with blankets, to protect it from frost until there is concrete in the hole. Rod will be joining our crew on Monday, and we can finally begin building something, and hopefully pour concrete on Wednesday or Thursday.