I believe the time has come for my employer and myself to collectively discuss our current working relationship.
I have been at this game for a number of years, in positions that required me to lead, and in positions that called for me to be led. I am at home, and dare I say "comfortable", in the field. Working construction, and in the employ of the Federal Government, I understand "austere" conditions and dare I say find that world familiar and welcoming.
The above being said, I have no issue here on site with our facilities being out of water for our office facilities.
I have no issue with having to use the outdoor facilities. If such facilities our good enough for our field employees, then far be it from me to claim they are beneath my station in life.
I have no issue discovering wonderful new smells as I drop trou to attend to this morning's constitutional that had been brewing since taking a drink of my first cup of coffee at 0500 in my kitchen, whilst I kissed my understanding wife on the cheek and set out to begin yet another day.
What I have issue with, is being in the middle act of the above mentioned constitutional, casting a glance down at my rumpled FR jeans that have gathered around my Red Wing steel toed work boots, and noticing a small but readily identifiable arachnid with the tell tale red "hourglass" on its opisthosoma making its way from my Red Wing steel toed boots to the rumpled FR jeans gathered about them.
I am fairly confident that my neighbor in the field facility to my left was concerned that I was experiencing some sort of apoplectic fit, and believe that the adrenaline dump that was incurred caused me to expel the wad of "Hubba Bubba" gum I swallowed back in fifth grade.
A colonoscopy technician would remark this morning, "****, them's some clean bowels!".
I have been at this game for a number of years, in positions that required me to lead, and in positions that called for me to be led. I am at home, and dare I say "comfortable", in the field. Working construction, and in the employ of the Federal Government, I understand "austere" conditions and dare I say find that world familiar and welcoming.
The above being said, I have no issue here on site with our facilities being out of water for our office facilities.
I have no issue with having to use the outdoor facilities. If such facilities our good enough for our field employees, then far be it from me to claim they are beneath my station in life.
I have no issue discovering wonderful new smells as I drop trou to attend to this morning's constitutional that had been brewing since taking a drink of my first cup of coffee at 0500 in my kitchen, whilst I kissed my understanding wife on the cheek and set out to begin yet another day.
What I have issue with, is being in the middle act of the above mentioned constitutional, casting a glance down at my rumpled FR jeans that have gathered around my Red Wing steel toed work boots, and noticing a small but readily identifiable arachnid with the tell tale red "hourglass" on its opisthosoma making its way from my Red Wing steel toed boots to the rumpled FR jeans gathered about them.
I am fairly confident that my neighbor in the field facility to my left was concerned that I was experiencing some sort of apoplectic fit, and believe that the adrenaline dump that was incurred caused me to expel the wad of "Hubba Bubba" gum I swallowed back in fifth grade.
A colonoscopy technician would remark this morning, "****, them's some clean bowels!".
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