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wroughtn_harv
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I'm used to people feeling sorry for me because I'm old and don't get around real well. I've had helpers sneak up close when carrying a beam with me so that I don't get my fair share of the weight etc.
But today these guys pulled a fast one on me. It wasn't until we were well into it that I got it.
The way it's supposed to work is two men lay block, a block layer and a tender. Two men grade and finish the pour on the beam. And one man feeds the mixer with me helping him between delivering the concrete to the finishers.
Instead they had the tender help the mixer guy and there was nothing for me to do but shuttle concrete and materials as required.
It took me awhile to figure out why once I got what they were doing. I think it was because at lunch I only ate half of a sandwich instead of my usual whole. I suspect they saw that as a sign I wasn't feeling well and realigned the work load to accomodate me.
But today these guys pulled a fast one on me. It wasn't until we were well into it that I got it.
The way it's supposed to work is two men lay block, a block layer and a tender. Two men grade and finish the pour on the beam. And one man feeds the mixer with me helping him between delivering the concrete to the finishers.
Instead they had the tender help the mixer guy and there was nothing for me to do but shuttle concrete and materials as required.
It took me awhile to figure out why once I got what they were doing. I think it was because at lunch I only ate half of a sandwich instead of my usual whole. I suspect they saw that as a sign I wasn't feeling well and realigned the work load to accomodate me.