Thursday, December 08, 2005

So not cool.



If you remove the handrail from the catwalks (to load equipment into the perms), you really should re-install it when you're done.

Whomever took this out didn't bother to put it back (yes, it was like this when we got there) - and, if you're wondering, this photo was taken from about 35 feet up in the air.

8 comments:

Ffaelan said...

we call that reverse darwin where i work. where someone elses' fuck up causes your extinction.

Anonymous said...

How about when a permit drops a header on you, you know who you are and you are so lucky I didn't beat the shit out of you.

HOODAT said...

Yes, I am a stuffed shirt. Yes, you are an amusing writer. BUT! whom is the objective form, unlike the careless subject of your sentence. Like: he who hits me is a rat but I hit whomever I choose.uvdb

Anonymous said...

BLOW ME!!! How's that for syntax bitch.

genius said...

everyone is a Badass on the net!

Spike said...

Perfect grammar can make for a stulifying read.

Peggy Archer said...

fflaelan - "Reverse Darwinism" is perfect - I love it.

Anon - I'm glad you're okay. Look at it this way - it's better than having a sandbag or the piss bottle dropped on you!

hoodat - You're right, of course. Remember that I'm writing these after a 12 + hour day and I don't have an editor to clean up my mistakes. All things considered I think I do pretty well.

Of course, if you're offering to proofread my work every day (for free), then I'll happily take you up on that offer.

Look, I'm perfectly happy to have someone politely point out an error. It didn't look right when I wrote it, but I was tired, rather than grab the Turabian's (I'm not even going to check to see if I spelled that right. If I didn't, think of it as irony) I just let it go.

Genius and Spike - you're both so very right.

HOODAT said...

I hope you felt that my pointing was polite because I do respect you. I am in awe that you can be so witty after all those hours in the trenches. I would love to be your proofreader but we stuffed shirts have a lazy wing, upon which I am a principle pinion.