I have a hard time with team building, and team work. On one hand I’m a pretty lame leader; my communication skills just aren’t up to the task. To be sure, I can chit-chat like there’s no tom
orrow, but when it comes to putting a point on a conversation you’d be better off talking to Daffy Duck, or Charo. There’s no debate club experience in my past and it shows. I’m also a pretty lousy infantryman. I have this weird impulse to sabotage goals (others’ and my own). This is a complicated subject for me, but because there’s so much that needs organizing to get the bnb up and running, these traits are playing havoc with me these days.
So … today was a real challenge. I needed to communicate two main points to Jeff and Steve. One, that the job needed to move faster, and two, if it didn’t (and even if it did), I might not have the funds to complete it as planned (now that’s a paradox: guys, speed it up, and if you do I still might have the dough to pay you).
Something was working in my favor as the guys did speed up operations and completed the remaining five pier pads in just half the time it took to pour four, and we actually had a good time working together.
Neighbor Bill was right about the rain. Over a coffee this morning he said a big rain was due to hit around noon. And like a Swiss train it did. After positioning the forms, the guys mixed and poured during what turned into a driving rain. For strength, Steve here sips a hot tea and smokes a butt. His raincoat none other than a modified garbage bag. (He makes it look Steve McQueen-cool, doesn’t he?)
Finally, something turns out OK.