I’ve got a crew of nine guys on the site, which sort of brings me back to the good ol’ days of having drillers run around everywhere. These guys are clearing an inert grenade range, and I’ve been out there checking on them twice a day. I love to have something going on, and bonus points if it’s a new-to-me something. Breaks up the monotony of overseeing the same old thing, year in and year out, and I always did love heavy construction and demolition, which this just almost is.

So in the last two weeks, I’ve been slowly getting to know these guys. You know me, I’m a sucker for a working man. Even though I may technically be in management myself, I’ve always identified with and had a better rapport with the guys out doing the work. That’s bound to keep me at the level that I’m at, but that’s where I’m happy.

And two of those guys have sort of pinged my radar personally too, in different ways. I know, I know, bad form to get involved with subcontractors. But hey, they’re leaving soon, and they’re not technically working for me anyway. One of them has one of those Dennis-moustaches that I love, and he’s a smart ass sarcastic man from Virginia. He really reminds me of some of my friends. The other one though, the other one has me a little more bothered. He’s a good looking, kind talking ex-military guy.

So, since their project was finishing up and this was my last night without the kids anyway, I asked them to meet me down at the bar for a beer or two. And some came, including moustache guy, but they didn’t stay long. I know, they’re working hard and they’re worn out, but I was still disappointed. I was looking forward to getting to know some of them off the site. I was really hoping the military guy would come, because we’ve been doing a slightly flirty dance for the last couple of weeks, and I would have liked to continue that. But either I’m deluding myself and he’s just being polite (that’s an awful lot of deep eye contact for “polite”) or he’s just slightly oblivious and I should have taken his face in my hands and looked him in the eye and said, “I want you.” Eh, he’s out of my league anyway.

So I hung around with my Jeffs for a couple of hours, but I had to get up early for work this morning. JJ didn’t want to leave yet and had found an ex-girlfriend perfectly willing to take him home and have her way with him, so I called it a night before midnight. Bars are more fun when you’re drinking than when you’re watching the drunks anyway.