Date registered: Sep 2004
Vehicle: 95 E300
Location: Inside my head
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RE: Yeahhh Texas!
I had been surveying for 5-6 years before I took the job in Bonham as a party chief trainee. My boss, the party chief was a big believer in OJT so when I showed-up he told me to take over. he generally didn't say much unless I totally f**ked up and then he'd take over and straighten things up. He would attribute the problem to himself and the solution to me. The result was that I worshiped him and the crew thought he was deranged. When things got totally screwed-up I would occasionally inhale my pride and and go see him for a solution. His name was "Butch." After I'd totally described the problem and he was apparently satisfied that I understood the problem he'd say,
"One never knows, does one?"
One time the powderman came to the office early and I walked out to the parking lot see what was up. He opened-up his powder magazine and it was stuffed full of freshly harvested marijuana plants. Now (as I recall--this was 30 years ago) the powderman only had a shooters' license but my boss and I had users' licenses. The difference being that the shooter had to destroy all of his inventory on a daily basis but the party manager and I maintained an inventory (about 2 tons of class A explosives.) Ultimately, my boss and I had legal responsibility for the explosives. So this dick-head arrives without explosives but with a magazine full of weed.
So I'm thinking about jail time and the powderman is thinking he is real clever. I walked back into the office and explained everything to Butch and I asked, "Butch, what am I going to do?"
Butch says, "One never knows, does one?"