Stripper weekend
So this past Saturday involved a weekend-long bender so wild I was barely able to walk, and still puking on Monday.
Unfortunately it's not what you think. The stripper was of the chemical variety, and two of us were awake for 43+ hours. Starting Saturday afternoon, we worked for 37 hours straight without so much as a nap. Sunday morning I ate my last burger, and then a small honeybun that afternoon. I strangely wasn't hungry, and then the next day I vomited. I didn't eat again until that Monday night, 36ish hours after that burger. From Saturday, we didn't leave the work site until 3:03 am Sunday night/Monday morning. It was an unmitigated disaster. In part because this guy we were working with, who had done this work before, seems to have forgotten how to do, did not pay attention, did not care to do ANYTHING right. We kept having to re-do things he did, sometimes we made him do it a minimum of five times. At the end, there were still things he screwed up that he then waxed over, compounding the problem. Pretty sure we're never working together ever again. What does it say when the guy's father tells us we gotta cut him lose?
Oh, and did I mention we're going back today....? We're STILL fixing things.
The next thing I need to fix is this lay out...
Unfortunately it's not what you think. The stripper was of the chemical variety, and two of us were awake for 43+ hours. Starting Saturday afternoon, we worked for 37 hours straight without so much as a nap. Sunday morning I ate my last burger, and then a small honeybun that afternoon. I strangely wasn't hungry, and then the next day I vomited. I didn't eat again until that Monday night, 36ish hours after that burger. From Saturday, we didn't leave the work site until 3:03 am Sunday night/Monday morning. It was an unmitigated disaster. In part because this guy we were working with, who had done this work before, seems to have forgotten how to do, did not pay attention, did not care to do ANYTHING right. We kept having to re-do things he did, sometimes we made him do it a minimum of five times. At the end, there were still things he screwed up that he then waxed over, compounding the problem. Pretty sure we're never working together ever again. What does it say when the guy's father tells us we gotta cut him lose?
Oh, and did I mention we're going back today....? We're STILL fixing things.
The next thing I need to fix is this lay out...