Oh yea I usually just take off the new growth and leaves bushes more natural looking. Owner of the funeral home I was at wanted a drastic cuttig. Said if they die I can replace them on the fall. Job security. Lol
*LOL* At least there's that.
Kind of reminds me of a little boy asking a Paw paw as they ran about a mile of fence for a neighbor.
"What if we mess up and the cows still get through?" There were a few awkward minutes of silence, a deep sigh.
"That means we need to come back and have more work. You better not mess up though. I'm not teaching you that way of job security."
Later on in life I met with a guy that did so little in a bit of work if I could have, I'd have laughed. Asked him one day why he did such a half assed bit doing the work.
"They told me to do the best I could for what I'm paid. So, for what I'm paid I do the best I think I can," he told me. I shook my head and walked off from him. Had to go work twice as hard simply to make up his slack. The shame of it I thought, ... was not that he did not know how, or could not do. It was that he chose not to do. Didn't mind the extra time on my check but would have been a lot nicer had everyone been aboard as a team, and the extra time was simply because there was more work to do.
As it was, I wound up leaving that super market job. The guy who was managing three of the chain's stores looked me in the eye and explained he was not able to pay more than $7.50 hrly, even if I earned it. They had me doing stock-man, bagging, customer service (being lead to go for CSM customer service manager), lot guy, handler of dairy and part time produce. ... "Look at the end of two years you'll be what is listed in Labor's book as 'grocer', that'll put you up for store manager," was the somewhat unbelievable explanation.
"Ge sure, get your job where I have to tell a guy my hands are tied and I can pay only $0.25 above minimum. Then, deal with assholes that just don't want to work at all but you got to pay them extra. Nice offer but no thanks," I told him.
He nodded. "You're right on. That's it in a nutshell. After store manager you get district *sigh* you have to do it at three to six stores. After that well then you go corporate to division manager, take a state or few. Pay sucks bad, job sucks worse, licking ass to move an inch ahead worst of all."
"Yep, the American Dream at work for you, huh," I said and walked out. Knew that as a district manager he had an at least okay benefits package. Then, the company started having all employees except corporation's inner circle pay for insurance. Yeah, really nice bunch.
So, I found the poultry plant again. Base pay $10.50 hrly, $0.25 night shift differential, work in live hang $1 per hr bonus, do load out $1 hr bonus, full medical after 90, reviews ever 90 and automatic bump ups of $0.50 to $0.75 hrly. for raises after each review. If you didn't get two raises you were signaled to start looking elsewhere. You ought to have "the work" in 6 months, if not well it wasn't because you weren't trained. After 1 yr you got "line lead" position, another 6 months you made dept. supervisor for that shift. Each step up had bonus pay but at supervisor you got given salaried contract. You had to take X pay per month no matter if you pulled 90 hrs a week or 2, no matter they guy just starting could make twice as much on straight time.
My point being to me it seems the work will be the work. There's no fault in the work, just that the system of advancing becomes stagnate to pointless. You get so far along then, you get penalized for working too well, or you're not granted further incentive to do better or to think you can do better. You get the "roadblock". "Who do you think you are, the owner of the company? Who are you to say if we tried this way it'd be more efficient, could curb water use, pollution?" "No, I'm nobody, you're right. Guess a nobody can look elsewhere." "No point bothering, it's all the same." Or you're told to take it up with stock holders, which is the same basic "you think you own this?"
So either stay with a broken back and spirit or well, here's me house hubby, mental & emotional breakdown gone through, keeping busy otherwise trying to find useful hobbies. Trying to hold to hope and some sense that somehow there's better, either is or is coming. Feeling gut like that I'm lying to myself and left still the more empty. Tsk, oh well. What do you do?
Tell ya what I'm doing. I'm running for the woods. Can make a home there. Know the critters and that they're honest. Can see the tie types from miles off, fade into the background and let them pass or pop them off and make the vanish. Either way at least it's less to handle, and at least like the critters, I'm honest. Be plenty of signs hung about too. "No Trespass", "Private Land", "Free Roaming Wolf Packs", "If you can read this the owner's .50 caliber has you in range", "Post No Bill", "Solicit Not", "Unsafe For All Religions" will be scattered along lines.
Folks ignore those well, the peril clause is effective legal cause and holds in court. I might do pottery, maybe brew shine, set up hydro gardening for mad money/barter. Will be out and away from what passes as life, making, defining our own. To Hell with being called trouble when you know aren't. The company's all say "we accept employee suggestion on how to improve". Sure, right they accept them in boxes that hold twenty to thirty years of suggestions, never seen. But you're trouble for speaking up, offering ways to improve. ... Bah. I need to write more but not this shit. Irks and saddens.
Also got to sweep & mop galley, take a minute to do oh so much of the dishes piled up. *lol*