Here Be Dragons

Otherwise Fine

When not working for A man, I work for another A man. He is a builder and I am part time labourer scum. As previously discussed, SJS is awesome and working for builder man is good because it is pretty easy and mostly involves stealing Nic's car and driving around (sometimes) with Ben solving mysteries. Or knocking down ramps.

We go around to builder mans place at the ongodly hour of 0830-0900 and are given our list of things to do. Normally this is go somewhere, take something apart, take it somewhere else. Just the type of task to MA types are fully up for. Sometimes this is made more complicated by such things as "goto placemakers first and get some wood" and othertimes the place to go is further away than simply around town. Driving out to Rangiora for one, and Wednesday sees me heading to Cust (never heard of it actually).

Anywho, we are the ramp dismantlers. You got a ramp you don't need you call us. We take it away. There is another branch of the operation the almighty "Builders" that are responsible for actually building the ramps, but we don't like to talk about them.

What ramps I hear you say? Well if you are injured or temporarily disabled and need a ramp to get into your house then we are the men for the job. The DHB tells us where and what to do and we do it (OK the builders do it) but they require wood to build ramps and that is where my solo wood delivery missions come in, otherwise they recycle bits of old ramps, which is where Ben and my ramp relocation missions are handy.

Which is all good. The only downside is that often the type of people to be temporarily disabled are of the terminally ill cancer patient variety. That is, it seems (I could be wrong/not really know what I'm talking about) that sometimes if you are going home to die, you might need a ramp to get into or out of the house and we are the ramp providers.

Yay you might think, ramps for everyone and a good time had by all. Which is no doubt true the ramps are very useful. However, when TBALC forces arive to remove the ramp... the implication is death. Which is a suck. When we show up on your door to take the ramp away someone has died. We showed up the day after a funeral once and talked to the deceased's husband. Can't say that was too much fun.

I have also been dreading the day I would go to a house where I had delivered the ramp and was now to removie it. The situation there being I show up, time passes, someone dies, I return. Mmm negative.

So it was super to find out the last time we did a few hours work for the builder that not everyone who gets a ramp is terminal. We were rocking out in Linwood and when we came to dismantle the ramp we were met by the lady of the house who talked to us through the window about how good the ramp had been, but how now she didn't need it anymore as she could walk.

Woot.

Also, extensive ramp deconstruction has meant that I'm now master of the two crowbar ramp attack. Fear is the little death.

Posted by luther at August 2, 2004 05:59 PM | TrackBack