(Thankfully it’s not mine.)
Okay, I like to have a slow day at work now and again, but I’d go insane if every day was a slow day. A couple weeks ago they were working on a gas line outside my building and I saw this guy having a veeeeeeeeery slow day:
Really, what purpose does he serve here? As if the orange cones with the black and yellow bars weren’t enough of a “do not enter” symbol, they put up a sign explaining what’s going on, what detour to take and even have a picture of a construction worker saying, “Hey, jackass, the road’s closed! Open your frickin’ eyes and take a different way home!”
(All right, I made up that last bit about what the sign says.)
So why do we need a dude standing in front of the picture of a dude? Comparison? Emphasis? Redundancy? Is he there in case the picture falls over?
I don’t know, and I’ll bet you don’t either.
The really weird part was when somebody would come along, either walking or on a bike. Dude here would go over and tell them they needed to be careful, and to stick to the sidewalk that wasn’t closed if they wanted to go down this street.
Are people here so stupid that they need to be told stuff like that?
If somebody tried to make this a job in the US, this cat would be the most-abused public servant ever.
Dude: Please keep to the sidewalk while using this street.
Normal person: No shit – really?!?
Dude: Yes. As you can see there is construction work going on here, so you must be careful.
Np: Wow, good thing you’re here to tell people stuff like this. Otherwise I’d have just marched right across that steaming, molten blacktop and fallen down an open manhole cover. You just saved my life!
Dude: Just doing my job, sir.
Np: You are worthless. Go home and kill yourself.
I figure nobody would last more than a day with that gig.
(Oh, the vertical lines in the pic are something embedded in my window. No, I don’t know what those are for either, but there’s no need to adjust your monitor or anything.)