An older worker one time told me that any human environment without women would tend to be a bit short of love and decency. All-male gatherings can nurture the worst side of our half of the species.
Today, working on a construction site, is not all roses, but women have made their way in person only negligibly. However, with the advent of the cell phone, for the first time on jobsites, you hear the 3 words once absent from the workday. The most popular way to seal a goodbye on the cell, “I love you.” Hard hats, nails, cuts and bruises and love.
That’s one side to the story. I heard a workmate talk extremely condescendingly to someone on the phone the other day. He was directing someone in a really abusive fashion. Was he talking to a child? I asked if that was his girlfriend he was talking to. He said, “No. My mother.”
What a friggin world to bring a young girl into.
Anyway, while I was perched 6 feet up on my scaffold this morning I got a cell call from Karen. Havana got on and gave me a “happy valentines day.” And a couple of I love yous.
