(This is all from an email, sent unrequested. see how easy it is to talk through my blog? Open door policy here regarding guest host postings, you send it, i'll use it. Thanks Mom. )
"THIS MIGHT BE BLOG MATERIAL FOR YOU......since just family read it.
Are there any companies left like this one in Alberta?
Rob's friend Danny (Susie's brother) has worked for the same company Rob does for the last seven or eight years. (Rob's worked for these people, man- and- wife- run construction company, for 17 almost 18 years, he got Danny on the payroll there when he, Danny, started). Well, just before Christmas, a contract was cancelled on very short notice, and the firm was obliged to lay off their workers until the next job was scheduled, to begin in January. Poor Danny, with a wife and kids to support, couldn't quite make it on employment insurance, so he gave in and started working for another company in the same field. A few days before Christmas, the wife-boss from his former employment phoned him and said "Danny, I know you're working for so-and-so now, but I need to tell you there's a check and a turkey here for you whenever you can get here to pick them up". And sure enough, there was a bonus check of $500 and a 20 lb. turkey waiting for him. I tell you, Danny was pretty overwhelmed! Rob says this is so typical of his employers, they are such genuinely nice people, he can't say enough good things about them. (They're millionaires, incidentally). Rob himself gets a $1,000 bonus every Christmas. Employers like these people are few and far between I would venture to say.
Rob's doing fine, back to work full-time, and looks like continuous jobs are lined up, so the flagging economy has not hit their part of the construction industry anyway. Son Mitchell lives with him, and that young man has made "a 180-degree turnaround" (Rob's very words), loves his job, has already had a nice raise, and is proving a real asset, both at work and at home.....does the dishes, keeps his room clean, helps with the housework or anything that has to be done around the place, gets himself out of bed two hours before he has to leave for work! Good news.
Rob phones me every week or two, I appreciate my eldest son's love and concern so much....."
(Somebody could write their own blog, i would say. And i gave Danny mom's industrial scale paper cutter, when the house was being emptied. he was very appreciative. I gave Rob one of the string woven stools Dad made in rehab therapy, when he crushed his thumb and forefinger at work. The other one is going to Linda Rae, to do with as she pleases. It's been sitting in my closet for years, needs a new life.)
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Don't try tricking me, Jeff. It won't work, you know that. I'd sooner be a guest host on somebody else's blog than commit myself to say something scintillating and world-shaking every day of what's left of my life. In my best Japanese accent "So solly prease". That's the way the ball bounces. Unohoo.
ReplyDeleteLike i would actually try to get you to write a blog. As if i would want such a thing. Me no sink so, sissah.
ReplyDeleteI believe I met Rob and Mitchell in Calgary the day we helped Granny move down south. They seemed nice.
ReplyDeleteThey are, good folk. Rob's had a unique journey in life, but we're all very happy to hear he's doing well. You'd like him, he's mellow funny. And is very nice to his family. And was very much like his dad. He made some 3 or 4 trips up to etown to transport all of dads accumulated firewood, to use at his place. I remember camping somewhere, and Rob, and his friend Robbie Quinton, were chopping wood for the campfire, with a big scary axe, and in an accident, while Robbie Quinton was holding a piece of timber on the chopping stump, the axe missed it's mark, and took off just the very tiniest bit of the end of one of Robbie Quintons fingers. of course granny would have been in charge of the repair, so no hospital visits were needed. She probably stuck the severed bit of flesh back in place, and bandaged it up. Like when i was about 12, and was slicing a roast on the industrial meatslicer, for some catering we were doing, and got the thumb knuckle on the pushing hand a LITTLE too close to the blade. Took off a little, half inch long bit of skin and such, but i could see the bone. Clean cut, little blood. She put it back in place, sanitized, and bandaged. And it grew complety back in.Aint life grand?
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