The "Mexicans" are taking OUR jobs

I am willing to wager cold hard cash

(that I cannot seem to give to service providers)

that at least 4 out of 6 of the white guys that have committed to

either coming to the house to give me a quote,

or

who were to just suppose to come and start work,

have said more than once that those damn "Mexicans" are stealing American jobs.

Well, fellas, f*ck you - there is a reason - you

- like, um, unreliable/undependable, half-assed efforts,
cannot even bother to call and cancel,
lack of integrity...
the list could get pretty long.

OOOOOOOOoooh if I could only swing by and pick up a couple of knowledgeable hardworking day labor men to stretch that fence and set my gate up.

Probably get it all done in a day and do it well.

That is one thing I desperately miss about CA, the ability to get work done without it taking weeks to just find someone.

But no, I am stuck here in a place where the local folks have bought the idea that "they" are the enemy of "American" life. Just like the ancestors bought the crap about the dangerous black man running wild and raping white women.

I thought this last guy was going to be the real McCoy, you know. His young cousin, Michael, IS the real deal, but Michael is way too busy with his own work and going to school. The 20 year old had the maturity to decline the work instead of saying he was interested, and then flaking out and not bothering to call.

So this fellow was to show up, or call between about 2 and 4 today. It is 7:30 and pitch black out.

Now, it was 70 degrees today.

I was waiting on him to come by to make sure I wasn't creating any future probs for myself, and for him to teach me how to do it by getting started this evening. The gate posts could have been set today.

But no. I wait all day and nothing.

I could have been out there all day struggling with 75 pound rolls of welded wire, t-post that were not quite lined up right, trying to avoid my gas line, and trying to figure out how to keep my gate posts in the right position while I waited for the quickrete concrete to set up...

but no.

A whole summer day in March wasted expecting yet another middle aged white dude to be dependable and reliable.

F' em.

My condolences to the straight women who have to deal regularly with this crowd... I could not live with that kinda crap for nothing. nope. thank goodness I got the gay gene.

The weather on Sunday - rain and thunderstorms...

fantastic weather to struggle with fencing materials. Nothing like lightening and steel to bring some excitement to your day.

A Day Without a Mexican? Ha, I seem condemened to a life without my Hispanic work crew. And bitch ain't happy about it.