...some days.
Mike pulled out the couple hundred feet of irrigation traveler hose that he cut out this spring, when he had a reel repair and couldn't lift it back on. Irrigation repair man is coming tomorrow, to replace a $1000 or more hydrant the hired man ran over yesterday.
That is going to be a sore subject...because I am going to be taking it out of his pay, but can only take so much or he'll quit and we'll be back to Square One there. Tore all heck out of the underside of the pickup he hit it with...it was a steel one, so $$$$$. At least the truck is still running,. but damn! He was all the way off the farm path, to hit it with that side of the truck.
Anyway, Mike had pulled out the honking long, expensive piece of hose less than an hour ago, because he cannot force the splice on himself. Figured it would be a little labor with the repair man already coming and he's said he will fix that, too, tomorrow.
So, after he dragged it out in the field in front of the office, I reminded him to tell daughter to drive AROUND that field, on her way to ted the next one. He acknowledged me, then a few minutes ago, helped her hitch up her tedder, and forgot to say a word.
I stepped out with Winn, to move my car out of the path, so she could get through without scratching it,. and as soon as we pull up and hop out, she whizzes by, and he's screaming to STOP HER! I lay on the horn, and then realize she's headed straight for the hose. Of course, she turns to look back and doesn't stop.
So, that is thousands of dollars' worth of that screwed up now. I guess we'll call and ask the repairman to bring a second splice, pay double the labor. They are in the field having a good fuss right now. Honestly, it is all his fault...a 2.5-inch hose in grass several inches taller than that, the reel parked a long distance away.
What do you do with people like this?
