Day 136: Halley and the Geese

My Project: 365 Creative Writing Prompts

Day 136: Halley and the geese

I just dawned on me that it’s been a while since I’ve given you an update on the 2.5-million-dollar project. The last two pictures I posted were these:

 For about two weeks after these pictures were taken, I didn’t see anything happening. Not that the men weren’t working, they were – as I now realize – busy placing supports in the parking garage in preparation for the next phase of the project.

Last week Monday I came home and was greeted by this sight:

From then on, the pit just became bigger and bigger.

The noise of the jackhammer (white machine on the far left) is deafening. The works starts promptly at 9:00 a.m. and continues until 5:00 or even 6:00 p.m. I try not to let it bother me, but after a few hours this is getting more and more difficult. More so because watching something on TV is impossible as I can’t understand the dialogue. The same with listening to an eBook, I can’t concentrate on the narrator.

Even Halley has a hard time dealing with the noise. She was sitting on the ledge, watching the men at work, and her eyes were clearly asking … what are they doing? 

She was trying to attract the attention of one of the men with an “Hey you! Can you keep it down a bit? Some of us are trying to sleep up here.” 

When that didn’t work she decided to call on a higher power with a “Please God, make it stop!”

Last Friday the noise did stop for a little while as the foreman came to inspect the site and he and the six men took a stroll in and around the pit. While one of the workers did a lot of gesturing, the foreman stood with his hands on his hips bobbing his head. He seemed pleased with the progress.

Then on Saturday, a different kind of inspector and his entourage came to take a look at the works. I heard a strange noise, went to take a look and there they were ... five Canadian geese, casually taking a stroll along the construction site. 

Not one but five of those big birds were just waddling along, seemingly belonging to nobody. Now that was of interest to Halley. 

Are breasts important while job hunting?

Goodbye to Workopolis, goodbye to Monster, goodbye to so many job sites I frequented on a daily basis over the past few months.
I won’t be visiting anymore because I found a job. It’s not exactly my dream job, but as everyone keeps telling me, it’s better than nothing.

Better than nothing yes, but it is a shame that experienced staff has to settle for less, while young dolly birds get the good jobs.

You might have heard that looks are not important while job hunting. Forget it, they are important. I recently wrote an article on the subject, so instead of repeating myself, the article can be found here:

http://www.helium.com/items/1211930-job-hunting

By the same token, they same that honesty is important. I disagree on that too.
In 2008 I worked with someone, let’s call her Samantha, who blatantly cheated on her time sheet. We were both temps, but while I recorded my working hours accurately, she added 2 to 5 hours per week to her time sheet.

As I worked for the accounts department at the time, I picked up on the fraud and pointed it out to the financial director. Nothing was done about it.

I spoke to the temp on the subject too and asked her to stop.
“No way,” she said, “the sooner I have my 500 hours, the sooner I will qualify to be hired full-time.”

To cut a long story short, the financial director knew about her deceit, HR knew about it and the agency Samantha worked for knew about it too. All of them closed their eyes to the fraudulent time sheet.

Then the day came that I met Samantha. So far we had only spoken on the phone and communicated via email, but during a lunch meeting I met her face to face.
And suddenly all became clear. Truth be told her face was not the first thing I noticed, her breasts were.
Excuse me, but they were hard to miss. Forget double D, they were at least triple D.

They were fully covered by a turtleneck sweater, but the sweater was so tight, nothing was left to the imagination. As were the leggings she wore that day. Skintight, revealing every curve of her size 12 voluptuous body.

I suddenly understood why the manager who signed his approval on Samantha’s time sheet didn’t see the extra hours she declared … he was too busy looking at other ‘things’.

I don't have such 'things', at least not such big 'things', so I guess I'll have to be happy with any type of job I can get.