The project is definitely in the swordfish-on-the-deck phase. Still thrashing, people could still get hurt, but this sucker is dying soon. Last weekend, management was all "How much can you work this weekend?" Then, as we all know, they answered for us with a hearty, "Not as much as you hoped." So coming into the Memorial Day weekend, many of us hoped for more timely notice of what was going on. Usually at the end of a project, there is a big push to finish and hours frequently explode. The dueling rumors this time were "Get an air mattress" and "Get an airplane ticket." While we may have hoped for some timely information, we didn't expect it.
We weren't disappointed. The folks running things -- are they running things, or are they just running around after things? -- finally let us know, at 10 pm Friday night, that we would be off until Tuesday after Memorial Day. Ever so grateful for the dramatically reduced paychecks and the insufficient notice to actually get out of this dump town for the holiday weekend, we now are preparing to go back in Tuesday morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Or not. And that, kids, is how this industry makes time off seem like punishment. Not getting paid for it, and can't really do much with it. Maybe we can do a little with it, though -- this Bud's for you.
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