"Confused or just Pretentious"

"Sometimes I'm confused by what I think is really obvious. But what I think is really obvious obviously isn't obvious." Micheal Stipe

You can tell a lot about the new guy by the pair of boots he wears, or lack there of. I can understand that the guy hasn't worked in some time and lacks the bucks for the simple but torturous Wal-mart work boot (which we shall from this point on refer to as " Bear-Traps") or even a pair of combat boots worn by some fungus ridden boot tramp who decided to donate them to a local thrift store. The store then quickly, in a assembly line fashion, wipes, polishes, prices (usually about 25.00 dollars) and promptly places them out on the sales floor in a store that permeates with the lingering scent of donated feet. There is always the new guy who shows up wearing tennis shoes or even cowboy boots. Now, try to imagine how your feet would feel after 8 hours of stomping, kicking, pushing or folding wrapped in a steel-toed cinder block. This tells me the guy hasn't worked in such a long time he either had to sell them for food or has eaten them as a food substitute. In other words, before you hand a piece of equipment that cost well over $300.00 to an inexperienced laborer who will be using the $300.00, high rpm, flesh tearing, eye damaging, pet maiming, piece of equipment in an open area, around parked cars or sliding glass doors, you better look at his feet. A lot of times he's just down on his luck and needs a few years of working outdoors in order to learn a few things about his feet, like NOT spending his hard earned money on those worthless Walmart boots that wreck your feet; they should put the people who manufacture and sell them in prison for a long time. So do yourself a favor, invest in a decent pair of boots.

  

In my research, I discovered a very interesting blog site titled "The Character Therapist" that has provided a lot of relevant information. I have looked through the door of perception in the landscape industry and I discovered that all too often, it is ruled by Erikson's 5th stage of Psychosocial Development, "Identity vs. Role". In other words CONFUSION. I assume (never ass-u-me) that landscaping is like most other industries; it is common that a buffer exist between the check signer and the check casher (worker), if not for the purpose of directing the interest of the company, at the very least to confuse the shit out of everybody, I guess, because at times it just seems more logical to avoid another ego on the way down. By that, I mean passing on information through a person who feels, for some inexplicable reason, that he or she must add their 2 cents worth of input (bullshit) so that when a "Job well done" is in order, the Pretentious bastard gets a piece of the credit. Why is that?

Nietzsche said it best "As refined fare serves a hungry man as well as and no better than a coarse food, the more pretentious artist will not dream of inviting the hungry man to his meal." I guess what I'm trying to say is don't give a man a trench shovel and then ask him to dig a 100 foot trench and then, when it is completed, tell him you could have done it better and faster with a back hoe. Sticky, sticky. Whether the weather be fine, whether the weather be not, whether the weather be cold, whether the weather be hot, we'll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not. Good night, Arizona I could hear the sun sizzle on it's way down. Happy belated Hari Merdeka in the United States of America, The Serial Landscaper.