Words fail me. Eleven and one-half hours of work yesterday, for which the project had to show....a relocated hoist block. And a hoist cable drooped so low across the private drive that it's a safety hazard, and I had to set out portable bollards.
To be fair, the relocation is a miserable job for an experienced crew, moving heavy pieces and parts from 300 feet above ground to 900 feet, up the outside of a tower, while hauling along the free end of a heavy rope which gets heavier with every foot you climb. It's half a normal day's work if there's nothing for it to snag on -- and we've got plenty.
It is not, however, as much work as it was made to be. Snarls in the winch cable, argument over rigging, so on and so forth. Not a bit of the actual work all this is in aid of actually happened today.
At this point, I consider it a good day if the same number of people drive away at the end of the day as drove in at the beginning.
I wonder if Sisyphus was getting paid by the hour?
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
2 months ago