Thereís an upside down buffalo on one of the stamps I put on an outgoing envelope I was working on at the end of the day, but thatís what you get for nudging me outside my comfort zone. Itís a long and pointless story, but thereís a short version: I was tired. I put the stamp on upside down. (And itís not even the right stamp. I was looking for a 20c stamp, but the closest I had was a 21c stamp, which has a buffalo on it.)
Sometimes I wonder if Iím in the right line of work. (Sometimes?) The construction trade is a paranoid world that is against everything I stand for. Okay, not everything I stand for, but everything I wish I stood for. Even though Iím sometimes a little pessimistic, Iím never paranoid. Thatís not a contradiction, no matter how it looks. I can feel down in the dumps without believing everyone is out to get me.
Not the Boss, though, and not anybody else in this business. Thereís paperwork on top of paperwork to cover every contingency (and every ass). The Boss always thinks heís not going to get paid for work that weíve done. Thatís why we file every possible provisional form whenever we enter into a contract, so that we can ďgo afterĒ somebody when they donít pay us. (The fact that they always do pay us hasnít convinced him that people are mostly honest, because he can always come up with a scenario thatís worse than the worst case scenario.)