brown baggin' it.

here at the salt mine, after all the complaining., etc, we actually do ok. i know that people outside this industry have a slightly distorted view of what we do, how we do it and how hard we actually work - that we stand around all day waiting for something to happen but it's not all craft service, catered meals and big pay cheques. our hourly wage isn't really anything to brag about, and in some cases, the same job in the outside world - welders, fitters, etc. , actually get more per hour than we do. anyhow...part of the deal at the salt mine is that they do give us a little cash - me a little cash - to buy some food for the boys for them to enjoy while at the shop working. a little for morning coffee and then again at the afternoon coffee break. a perk of sorts. and most people, at least here at the shop, appreciate it. some don't. some like to complain that it's not what they want. that the food isn't up to their standards. that they don't like what i've gotten to eat. and it pisses me off. in any other business, in the real world, they'd be packing a brown bag every day, having - at best - timmy ho's and black coffee at coffee. maybe. most of the guys i work with understand, some, well actually one in particular, doesn't get it. he's been spoiled in the past and expects things to be a certain way and when it isn't, he complains, and often times not directly. he will complain to others about it, about me, about whatever, and sometimes people listen, and sometimes they don't. usually they don't. he's hard done by, i know that. and i should be more careful when it comes to buying food for him. maybe he could make me a shopping list.
ok.
that's that.

i'm off to go buy some groceries.

g. xo