Ok here's my morning rant to explain my jovial mood for the last few days:
I'm a 42 year old man, and I shouldn't be running circles around the 20 somethings I employ. I worked my butt off when I was their age to get to where I am today. I can't stand laziness, and the pouting when I fuss at them. I have been in the field since Joaquin hit on October 3, working my butt off on equipment, physical labor, whatever it takes to keep the job moving. Watching these lazy, whiny kids mope around like they are being tortured when you ask them to step up and help makes me sick, and because we have a massive HR department, I can't clean house and hire some good help. Now I'm stuck working well into the night, every day, on salary. Thank goodness my right hand man, a mexican, stands right beside me every step of the way.
When I hear people say Mexicans are cheap labor, it makes me sick. They want to work, and have strong values. My man came over the right way, then he spent the next 7 years becoming a citizen and doing the proper paperwork to bring his family. He is the highest paid man on the job because I know I can count on him. American kids are soft.
Ok, enough. Good morning everybody Edited by scflock - 11/20/15 at 10:58am