65mm

About the width of my right palm.

65mm of rain fell yesterday.

It's still raining today.

The last two window panes were installed yesterday. The young chap arrived out here (a two hour drive from the workshop in Nelson) to discover they had loaded the van with the wrong glass. A second van, charged with the task of bringing the right glass, broke down on the way to a job it was meant to attend first. The 'young chap' drove another round trip (workshop and back), fitted the glass, and was gone again before 1600.

Talk about 8 hours to do a 5 minute job.

They've not covered themselves in glory on this window contract: 5 round trips followed the windows being delivered, none of which should have been necessary if they had got the order right at the outset. (I'm not complaining. I pay as per quote.) I merely comment that it must be tough on their margins - or their margins were too generous and they got sloppy with all that padding to buffer them.

The window and door joinery looks as planned - which is the best compliment one gets when the job is done to the standard expected.

Have you ever noticed that if you fail to meet a standard in your job (I'll use serving tables as an example) the complaints are always louder and more forceful than the praise given for achieving only what is expected of you? Even if you go above and beyond that standard... I don't live in a 'tipping' culture so one has to go WAAAAY beyond to garner praise and recognition, or even thanks sometimes.

Today the cladding guys are back. It wasn't meant to be raining this hard. They are working on the front under the verandah. Today, it isn't raining straight down however.

Scully is bored.

This started out to be a 3-line post with a cheap snap-shot. The fact it developed into a monologue on the psychology of acknowledgement in the work place should suggest to you the severity of the cabin fever being experienced here.

Last Friday I made pikelets for tradesmen's morning tea. It was raining then too.  I hope they feel acknowledged.  I'd better find my grandmother's recipe for griddle scones; I feel, given the atmospheric conditions, more acknowledgement might be required.

*pikelets - not my mother's recipe but easier to link.

best eaten with butter and raspberry or plum jam