I understand that guy's point in some respects, particularly in regard to college educated vs. non-college educated workers. My dad dropped out of college after one year, and then started working at the bottom level oft a shoe factory. I think he swept the floors. The way things worked out, he's now the manager of two plants, and has been commuting to Lawrence, Mass. for the past 15 years because the higher ups have never been able to find a college educated replacement for him, though not for lack of trying. So I guess the point is that sometimes it's hard for someone experienced in the abstract aspects of management that college provides to get down and really run a factory. And yet that carpenter dickhead probably thinks that since he is the one who actually does the building, he is responsible for all aspects that contribute to its production. And while the manager may not swing a hammer, and may actually no little about which joint goes where, he is responsible for the whole picture--he's the middleman between the money
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Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee Ff Gg ...dumbdoggyNovember 14 2005, 04:15:12 UTC
I agree with this guys argument. His role is important but to diminish the importance of the other key players added an invalidity to what could have been a sound and valid argument. He was drunk and had a bad attitude. But we shook hands so it wasn't anything to hold personally though I let him know I didnt care much for him that time.
Wouldn't it be funny if "Mr Union Carpenter" had a Livejournal and blogged about the "new-face asshole preppy college prettyboy" who frequented his favorite wateringhole, who caused him a problem. Perhaps I sat in his favorite barstool? Hey, is your father the fella who loves Las Vegas or your is that your stepdad?
Gamblers can be nutty. My dad bets the horses all the time. He plans on moving out to Saratoga when he retires. Saratoga's currently his summer basecamp where he spends his summer sleeping in a pop up camper, but living at the horse racetrack. Its fricking November and he still sleeping down in there on the wekends with his chocolate lab, camper, and his propane heaters.
I've made the pilgramage at least once each summer. I worry about us CO1 poisoning and vandals.
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He was drunk and had a bad attitude. But we shook hands so it wasn't anything to hold personally though I let him know I didnt care much for him that time.
Wouldn't it be funny if "Mr Union Carpenter" had a Livejournal and blogged about the "new-face asshole preppy college prettyboy" who frequented his favorite wateringhole, who caused him a problem.
Perhaps I sat in his favorite barstool?
Hey, is your father the fella who loves Las Vegas or your is that your stepdad?
Damn...I'm out of cigarettes.
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I'm also out of cigarettes. What's this world coming to?
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Gamblers can be nutty.
My dad bets the horses all the time.
He plans on moving out to Saratoga when he retires. Saratoga's currently his summer basecamp where he spends his summer sleeping in a pop up camper, but living at the horse racetrack.
Its fricking November and he still sleeping down in there on the wekends with his chocolate lab, camper, and his propane heaters.
I've made the pilgramage at least once each summer. I worry about us CO1 poisoning and vandals.
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