Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Outside my office building there is currently a construction crew ripping up the avenue and back lanes. The whole process is supposed to take about 4 weeks, with only 1 down so far, and apparently it will result in smoother driving surfaces and a nicer parking lot. Not that I drive on that particular surface, or park in that lot, but no matter.
Every morning (and lunch hour, and evening) there are a whack of guys outside - some working, some smoking, some standing - but all looking. At everyone. Or more precisely, at every woman. So far I haven't actually heard any whistles, or comments, but they don't even try to hide the fact that they're checking you out. They very blatantly stare, craning their necks as you pass, and pretty much watch till you're at your destination.
I've decided that the guys sitting in the trucks, waiting for the holds to be filled up have the best job. They literally just get to hang out in the cab, listening to music and watching the passers-by, then every few hours they drive somewhere and drop all the old asphalt off.If I ever become a construction worker I'm going to try my damnedest to get the truck job. And I'm going to ogle and whistle in appreciation aaaaallllllll day.