Thank God it's Friday.

     Yes it's Friday. I missed a post yesterday, but, as it turns out, yesterday was boring compared to today.
     Today started out as any other day, until one of my men was escorted off the island because paperwork that was thought to be filled out, was not. So, Ron was with security, until the next ferry, escorted to the ferry, and with security on the ferry, until they tied up and sent him on his way. Bye Ronny, luv ya.
     A rebar delivery showed up as planned,

and unloaded by some crew of "green horns," or new guys. My guys actually, just not sure what was wrong with them this morning. The rebar was a mess, I would come out, yell at them, and not ten minutes later, I would yell at them again. I mean, good freakin grief, how hard can it be to unload a truck of rebar? They made it look as hard as possible, but, you gotta love them, and it is the end of the week. With the rebar truck unloaded, time for lunch, and then finally, get ready for concrete.

     Finally we are pouring concrete, eleven yards, one truck. Sounds easy, one truck on the 2 o'clock ferry, on the island by 2:15, pouring concrete by 2:30 and on the 4:15 home. Well wouldn't you know it, none of the mixer drivers are badged, as I was led to believe. I get a phone call from our concrete supplier, who's upset with me because his driver's name is not on the list to get on the ferry and they won't let him on. If he was badged, like your drivers are suppose to be, I wouldn't have to put him on a list. Now it's 1:55 and we need to get him on that ferry, so, a half a dozen phone calls later, and we got word, he made it on the ferry. Should be here by 2:15. Now it's 2:30 and  I am begining to wonder why my mixer is not here yet. Another half a dozen phones calls, and I realize, without a badge, I was suppose to go meet him at the ferry, escort him to the main building, sign him in and switch, from green badge to yellow badge, and then escort him to the site. Once all that is done, it is 2:50, and this mixer needs to be on 3:30 ferry off the island, and I want to be on the 4:15. Well, at least he's here, but, where are my guys? Scattered all over the site, looking for, Teddy's badge.
     Teddy lost his badge, do these knuckleheads know I want to go home, I mean, good grief, it's meat night at Steve and Anna's. For the last 18 years, every Friday night, we grill ribeye at Steve and Anna's, and I am not missing it tonight because Tedward lost his badge. A little bit of yelling, and I round up my crew, point them in the right direction and start pouring. Now, while they are pouring, I need to see security and report a lost badge, and resolve this, so Teddy can get off the island. His name needs to go on the list, to get on the ferry,to get off the island tonight, and on the island Monday, and get a new badge Monday. Meanwhile, security sweeps the area in an effort to find the badge, with no luck.
     Back to pouring. I told that mixer driver to spin that drum, meaning, lets get this done fast, and we did, he was empty in 15 minutes, washed his truck and driving to the dock at 3:20 to catch his 3:30 ferry.
     We, are not done yet though. We need to finish the concrete, cover everything with thermal blankets, clean up and be ready to go by four. This is where my crew shines, pulling it together in the final stretch, like Secretariat in the home stretch. We made the ferry, and on our way home, after a long week.
     After we disembark the ferry, and begin our walk to our cars, surrounded by employees of the island, who are neither friendly nor fun, me and my crew end our night with the usual, "luv ya Curly, luv ya too Rod, see ya Monday baby, luv you Tedward, luv ya Bill, luv you Matty." They must think we are freakin nuts.