Date: 22 December 2015. Fool Me Once...
As I finish
preparations for departure I have spent time with others reflecting.
When told I'm "lucky" I wonder at their choices when compared with
my own. Neighbors are paying over 1,000 per month for the privilege
of living on a canal half a block from the Gulf of Mexico. I wonder
at their decision-making process.
be like Tina and her crew:
If you want a boat tuck your wallet in your pocket and stop spending
on flash and glitz. Do you really need cable television? There are
things called books and lots are available at a library for free.
Even small libraries have computers available for guests.
Marinas such as the one at
Garrison's Bight in Key West have swap tables for books too.
Of course I'm not a paragon of efficiency. I've turned a new leaf
and can thank a fellow I met locally for same. You see we were
talking about our boats. Discussion got around to his belief that he
should be able to fix everything aboard his boat himself.
because relying on outsiders is such a pain in the transom. I was sorely
disappointed to learn he too has difficulty getting people to show
up. I was under the mistaken impression that money made the
difference between cooperation and waiting for repairmen. That's
workers ignore and lie to him as often as they lie to me!
No one wants to be waiting for a worker when they
could be enjoying a dinghy raft-up.
In his case I suspect the irritation level far surpasses my own. My dock
neighbor is a former business owner. He is used to a staff of
employees who made sure his wishes were fulfilled. They also used to
insure the timetable he delineated was adhered to.
And now the
company is sold. I wonder that I'm ignored as my needs are of "the
little woman" and not so critical as those younger folks. He could
do the work and cannot get people to arrive when they say.
neither of us is what we were even ten years ago. Though I may
know how to do something I do not have the strength nor practice to
do so myself. And the engine cooling system is beyond my scope for
certain. Fixed improperly could toast the engine so I wait.
neighbor fired someone just yesterday. Bobbi was to be here in the
morning. She'd sent a text saying so. Schedules were rearranged and
we waited. At 1500 hours Bobbi called to say she would arrive the
next day with her mother. The mother was going to sit on the dock
while Bobbi worked.
earth is Bobbi thinking?!?
come to a job be ready to work. Period. Her word could not be relied
upon and so the gent will hire another.
This is not
skilled work either. He wanted his boat emptied and cleaned.
It is not genius material. Another person will be hired on Monday.
For me the firing was a bit of an epiphany. I saw someone
take charge of a situation. The gent could not change Bobbi so
changed his response to her. She's no longer needed. Their business
relationship is concluded.
I want to cruise and because of
unreliable workers am delayed. That is soon to come to an end.
I've been here to Boot Key Harbor (circa 2001) and want to return:
saying of my Daddy was:
Fool me once,
your fault. Fool me twice, mine.
right. I have always been one who does not believe in Second
Chances. Folks who get a "second" chance seem to believe a third is
inevitable. That is incorrect, at least as far as I'm concerned.
Workers get a
Final Opportunity to fulfill their promises.
newest mechanic) said he would be here between Christmas and the New
Year to finish my engine. I believe Paul is a man of his word. And by the first of January, you too
will know if that is so.
Is it the world that has changed or am I remembering
Did independent workers in the past treasure their reputation or was it
more haphazard than I recall?
Friends IRL (in real life) ~
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