Construction

You know how you’re driving down the road, the glory of your destination the only thing on your mind, when you reach a tan, hard-hat wearing young man or woman in jeans and rugged work boots holding a stop sign, and your heart just sinks into your stomach: Construction. Sometimes it’s not all that bad; some guys are repairing a telephone pole or something. But sometimes it’s just a full on testosterone potluck, with groups of men clustered around large, ungainly machines, leaning on their trucks and flexing their guns. These are the ones that slow you down for double digit minutes. And there’s something totally frustrating about watching 6 guys stare down blandly at one guy working in the hole, or at the one guy working the heavy machinery. Do something you useless Homo erectus! Personally working construction, however, has changed my attitude towards this phenomenon.

But only slightly. I still think ego plays a large part in the rationalization of standing around looking important. There are some reasons for it though. I have found construction is best suited for people that take criticism lightly, or use it as motivation to work harder, because you are inevitably doing something wrong or something that someone else dislikes. A lot of time is spent watching how other people work on a job, and learning that way. But more importantly, construction is constantly overstaffed, and I think it’s for a reason. There are times when all workers have separate jobs and utilize all resources to complete their task in the minimum possible amount of time, but each task is part of the whole, so until the last person is done it’s difficult to move forward. And it’s very difficult to plan hours efficiently in construction, because predicting how long something will take is impossible. It doesn’t seem difficult to plot out who’s doing what, at what time, and where, but it just isn’t, unless you are using machines. Human error always factors in. So waiting for another worker to finish his or her job gives one the chance to stare cockily at them (since you’re all done with your task), maybe peer stoically off into the distance, perhaps even move away a little to take a wiz or let a fart go. If the boss comes up to you with a job, you automatically stare smugly at them like it’s no problem, nod at whatever he or she says, than bound off, desperately wondering what the fuck they meant and how best to improvise without making your cluelessness obvious. So next time you come to that bastard holding a stop sign, understand that your wait is just the nature of construction. Much of the time, there just isn’t anything for those ogres standing around to do.