Thoughts from Panda

I believe that my friend Bev is right. I apparently have a lot more anger inside me than I would normally like to admit.  I unfortuanatly remedy that with cigarettes most of the time.  I went to work the other day with my Dad, Bev, and this kid named Brtistol (the one who is the center of my anger at the moment). I rode in the my dad’s truck with all of them up to Ogden to finish a job up there. So I couldn’t smoke all day long and that simply added to the irritation that was already welling up inside me.

Some how I think that no matter what I do I will always be viewed as inferior and weak because I have boobs. That may seem to be unfair to all of the guys out there that believe that there woman has control…..however, most men (no matter how sofisticated) believe that there are certain things that a woman cannot do. We have proven time and time again that women can work in construction, and yet there is this unsaid belief that a woman could just never do as well as a man.

Let me tell you about Bristol. This is a recently reterned missionary (strike one) who has the work ethic of a dog. That is that they work when someone is demanding and doing nothing when no one is watching. He has worked with us for quite a while…..we like Bristol he is a nice guy….he has become the center of this ARS drama that we call work.

He shows up at my Dads house every day. He rides with my dad, therefore paying no gas money to drive to all the different jobs that we have (like Ogden and Alpine and North Salt Lake). My dad buys him breakfast and lunch every day, and sits in the truck while my dad drives to all different places. He clockes in the moment he gets to my parents house and clocks out when he gets back to his truck.

He drives a brand new truck he just bought, but his mom will make the payment if he cleans the kitchen. He lives at home with no bills and nothing to worry about.

Now I’ll tell you about the rest of us girls…..that have to chase them down all over the place just to get half the hours. We support household and pay all our own bills. Bev has three kids she is supporting.  We work twice as hard, to get half as much.

Bristol just got made supervisor over a job that he hasn’t even worked at. Bev and I have cleaned the entire place. So we get to work our butts off so that he gets the credit for getting a job done that he doesn’t even deserve to have.

So here is my smile. I know that no matter how angry I get that my hard work has paid off for me. He has a nice ride right now, and he is getting pretty arogant and self rightous. I will never wish bad for anyone, but I know that this boy does not have it in him to go against the work that we put in…..he can’t compete and I have faith in the fact that he won’t stand a chance against what my dad calls us women….piranas.