So, they've gotten used to me. They fart and burp and talk about all things inappropriate. This morning I spent a few hours in the Salem office with the girls and oh how I miss them. I want to talk about their kids and who did what and when. I get a little of that on the jobsite, but not as much as I apparently need.
On the other hand, last week the brother of one of our guys passed away and I was pleasantly surprised at the outpouring of concern for this guy. One of them bought a sympathy card and we all signed it. He later told us that it made him cry in the truck on the way home. Awe.
They ask about each others kids and wives and they share their home-prepared game and fish. They're like a club. They're sweet to each other.
I like to see the other side of them
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