Monitoring is not my favorite thing ever

It is really hot out. No really. It is ridiculously hot outside, and I can say that with certainty because I have spent the last two days on a city lot, with no shade, watching a guy in a backhoe pull up pylons.

Yesterday, I ran out of water by the last hour, and so was feeling rather nauseated by the time I left. When my backhoe operator stopped, asked me what time I left, and then went back to pulling pylons when I said I had to be there as long as he was, I thought I might just kill him. (Also it would be lovely if he didn't feel the need to "adjust himself" every three seconds. Seriously).

I'm always vaguely uncomfortable on construction sites. Partly because people tend to think I have authority that I don't actually have. Like, there is exactly one reason that I am allowed to shut down a site -- they turn up human remains -- but people tend to act like I could do it at the drop of a hat. At least this time they don't all call me Miss Alice, nor have I been told that Presbyterians don't exist.

Monitoring is not my favorite thing ever

It is really hot out. No really. It is ridiculously hot outside, and I can say that with certainty because I have spent the last two days on a city lot, with no shade, watching a guy in a backhoe pull up pylons.

Yesterday, I ran out of water by the last hour, and so was feeling rather nauseated by the time I left. When my backhoe operator stopped, asked me what time I left, and then went back to pulling pylons when I said I had to be there as long as he was, I thought I might just kill him. (Also it would be lovely if he didn't feel the need to "adjust himself" every three seconds. Seriously).

I'm always vaguely uncomfortable on construction sites. Partly because people tend to think I have authority that I don't actually have. Like, there is exactly one reason that I am allowed to shut down a site -- they turn up human remains -- but people tend to act like I could do it at the drop of a hat. At least this time they don't all call me Miss Alice, nor have I been told that Presbyterians don't exist.