Archive for March, 2010

GET ME A ROCK

Sunday, March 21st, 2010

I heard a wonderful description of how the government does business, and thought I would share it with you with my unusual embellishments.

“We want you to bring Big Government a rock”, says Big Government

“I will bring you a rock for $5”, you say. You are thinking that rocks are free and that this is going to be the easiest $5 that you have ever made.

“Deal!” says Big Government, “If you will just sign here then you can go get us a rock and we will pay you $5.”

You return with a rock. It is a nice rock and easily worth $5. It is about ten inches across and smooth with many pretty colors in it.

“That is a very nice rock,” says Big Government, “but it is not what we were looking for in a rock. You need to go get us another rock.”

Being eager to please Big Government, you go get another rock. This is a bigger rock with beautiful layers in it and a wonderful sheen in the right light. It was very heavy and hard to get in your truck.

“That is a very nice rock,” says Big Government, “but it is not what we were looking for in a rock. You need to go get us another rock.”

“I would love to go get you another rock,” you say to Big Government, “but can you give me some idea of what you are looking for in a rock?”

“We will know it when we see it,” says Big Government,” Now go get us another rock because we are running out of time.”

Trying to apply reason to the situation, you say, “We could save lots of time if you could give me some kind of an idea in what you want in a rock. Do you want a bigger rock, a smaller rock, a pointy rock, smooth rock, a rock with certain colors or a certain kind of material?”

“That is Classified information,” says Big Government, “Now get us that rock! We are running out of time.”

This time you go and get fifteen rocks. Each rock is different and you have provided a very good selection of rocks to choose from.

Big Government looks over the rocks you have brought and points out one of them. “Do you have that rock in a slightly smaller size with three points on one axis and a density slightly less than water?”

“No I don’t,” you say. “I don’t think I have any rocks at all that will float in water.”

Getting stern, Big Government points the fickle finger of litigation at you. “You signed this contract saying that you would get us a rock for $5. We need that rock now. You have 24 hours to provide the rock. If you don’t provide the rock, we will sue you for breech of contract and ruin your rock business.”

“But I have already brought you 17 rocks! Until just now you never provided any description of the rock! The contract just says ‘rock’, not ‘rock about nine inches across with three points on one axis and a density slightly less than water’”, you respond with justifiable indignation.

“That information is classified! Now go get us that rock!” yells Big Government. “You have 24 hours from right now!”

You then do what right thinking people do and apply yourself to the problem and do the best you possibly can. You research what little information you have and learn that there are in fact some rocks that float in water, and lucky for you, some can be found less than ninety miles away. You drive to where these rocks can be found and search for 8 hours until a rock meeting the description is found. You bring the rock to Big Government hours before the deadline.

The people you need to see are in safety meetings about the danger of paper cuts and cannot see you until literally minutes before the deadline.

They look at the rock. They look at the rock more carefully. They photograph the rock and measure the density. They count the number of points. They document the rock as though it were brought back from the moon.

“Congratulations!” says Big Government. “You have found the rock! We will approve your invoice for $5.”

“Wait!” you say, “I actually provided you with 18 rocks. They are all in that pile right there! The way I see it, you owe me $90, not $5!”

“The contract was for the rock (singular) and was for $5. The rest is your problem. By the way, you need to get that pile of 17 rocks out of here or we will have to charge you a disposal fee of no less than $1500. See your contract for the details.”

You load the 17 rocks into your pickup truck and get the hell out of there as fast as you can; fuming that you spent all that effort for just $5.

The following week, you receive a bill for $1500 dollars for the disposal of 18 rocks, and a letter telling you that you will not be paid on your invoice until the bill is settled. You respond to the letter, explaining that you took 17 rocks with you when you left and that you need to get paid the $5, seeing as how you invested far more than $5 in getting them that silly rock in the first place and baby needs new snakeskin shoes.

Big Government replies that you broke federal law in removing 18 rocks that were Government property from a Government facility and that you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

You write a detailed letter in response, telling Big Government that you removed 17 rocks that were not government property because you were going to be charged $1500 dollars if you left them there. You explain carefully the entire sequence of events and how you have done nothing wrong and that you just want your $5 and be done with the whole affair. You send copies of the letter to your lawyer and everyone you ever talked to in making this deal.

After fifteen phone calls, five visits from federal investigators, and photographs of the 17 rocks in question, the matter is close to being settled. Big Government finally recognizes that you have fulfilled your contract and did not remove government property and you did in fact leave the ONE ROCK that you are trying to get paid for.

During the investigation, you learn that Big Government has lost track of the ONE ROCK and can’t find it anywhere.

Now six months have passed and you finally get a check in the mail for $5. Along with the check is a letter stating that Big Government is again looking for a rock and that since you provided the ONE ROCK they want to know if you want to bid on getting another rock just like ONE ROCK since you have proven that you can do the job.

You figure ‘What the hell?’ and calculate what the ONE ROCK would actually cost you provided you knew then what you know now. You figure that you have to drive 90 miles, spend 8 hours looking for another rock like the ONE ROCK and drive another 90 miles back. You submit a bid based on 11 hours of your time at the going rate for people that look for rocks for a living in that area. You include the going government rate for mileage and nothing more. You figure that you have this one in the bag.

Big Government later tells you that you are not awarded the contract because they found someone else that will provide a rock for $5, and that your bid was excessively high and you are no longer on the preferred contractor’s list.

Possum Bottom

Friday, March 12th, 2010

I have posted repeatedly about the jobsite I am on and how it is so challenging to get anything done.

This last week takes the cake; now that we are in the final stages and the ‘owners’ are taking over, the mood is lightening up a bit.

Somehow, a fart battle of epic proportions began in the superintendent’s office trailer. One guy would sneak a little poot, to be answered by a butt berry, to be returned with a wet wipe special, and so on.

Yesterday afternoon I went to the trailer to annoy someone and was greeted at the trailer door with a STENCH! The only way I could think of to describe it was that someone was eating raw possum and it disagreed with them. You could almost see the green tinge to the air, and I noticed that all the windows and doors were closed.

The creator of this special gift was self satisfied and giggled like a school girl when I mentioned it.

Being the kind and caring individual that I am, I decided be needed a new nickname; “Possum Bottom”.

And since I know that they are reading this at the superintendent’s trailer, I might as well send warm greetings to Possum Bottom and that “Pass the Buck Paper Pusher”- E-digger.

Greetings, Assholes, you are gonna miss me.

Quotes suspended because I feel certain that these two can not resist commenting.

Sexy women, Utah, Fiery Foods, and keeping Busy

Sunday, March 7th, 2010

(In my best Yoda voice) “Busy as a one legged man in a butt kicking contest, I am.”

A couple of weeks ago, the lovely Mrs. and I had friends fly in from Sacremento. Well, to be honest, they were not my friends until I actually got to meet them. After we met, I found that my curmudgeon gene had not entirely taken over and that I could again enjoy being with certain people.

We had a GREAT time playing tour guides, socializing, getting pissed off at bar tenders, and flirting with each other’s respective spouses. I feel like a human again.

Even before my new friends left, I had to be on my way to Utah for work. Two days of driving put me in some ghetto RV park in a town that closes everything on Sunday. I did my best to get my ass out of that town as quickly as possible, finishing a two week job in about one week.

Grueling drive back to the park in NM, a night of sleep, then back to Sanctuary to see the Mrs. (whom I missed sorely) An opportunity to go to the Fiery Foods Show at the casino in the afternoon was a whopping success. Who in their right mind would make spicy peanut butter? Hot pepper Jelly? Also on hand were many round female breasts at liquor booths. No man in his right mind can look away from pert young breasts and Tequila.

Saturday saw me in the theatre watching Alice in Wonderland. I totally got it and give a single finger salute to those who give it bad reviews because it was not the original story. It was not meant to be. I think it was intended as a tribute, not as an interpretation. Listen and look for references to Maxfield Parrish, The Wizard of Oz, and particularly an overblown and weak stomached Glinda the Good.

Sunday shall be a day for gentling and rest before I journey back to Lala land for (hopefully) the final installment of installation.

I believe that the federal government could learn something from this, but would fail to do so.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.
Douglas Adams, “Last Chance to See”

And by way of illustration: http://www.lcni5.com/cgi-bin/c2.cgi?075+article+News+20100304160543075075004