So I've told you guys I work in construction. I posted not long ago about a woman created situation. I haven't said much else because someone in a suit said I shouldn't discuss it any more. 😉

Anyway, no one is really getting anything done this week. As busy as we are, no one showed up yesterday, today and won't tomorrow. But I am technically supposed to be there, and since I'm on work probation until Tuesday, I can't skip out this week like everyone else. Anyway, I got to work, opened the fence, said shot the shit with the night security guy over coffee and cigarettes. I drove around the site a few times, logged into my computer, etc etc. The majority of my day was moving my mouse around and using my personal phone to cruise Reddit and surf the web.

At lunch time the head of our electrical sub texted me "hey Chad! You at the trailer? I have a nice treat for you" I was like fuck yeah, swing on by with that box of donuts or bottle of whiskey or Cuban cigars. About 45 minutes later I hear the door open, then I hear girls talking and laughing. Oh fuck.

The electrician introduced me to his new finish girls. They will be installing outlets and switches, faceplates. Three young girls, 18-21. All three in yoga pants, bright pink company shirts 2 sizes too small, and pink hard hats, night club make-up. They will be starting Wednesday, need safety orientation. So I have them watch the safety DVD, and sign that they received their safety pamphlets. The whole time they are texting and laughing, trying to flirt, asking me if the truck outside is mine, am I the main boss. I ask them for their hard hats so I can put their stickers on them. (Can't be on site without the sticker on your hardhat.) I noticed, whoops, these aren't real hard hats, just pretend ones. I tell the electrician to come outside for a smoke with me.

We stroll out of the trailer, and I'm like what the fuck Jim? Are they you're treat? Yup. Eye candy. I told him their hard hats won't work. He argues, c'mon man, they're hot girls, every one will love them. I remind him of recent drama, and we are under the microscope.

We go back in, I let them have it: new hard hats are required. (Ok) Pink shirts are ok but they will have to wear yellow vests like everyone else. (No, those are ugly) Lycra and spandex melt under welding sparks. No yoga pants, jeans or Dickies only, and steel toe boots are a must. (We aren't men) They couldn't believe it. One gets up, bends over "but these pants let us stretch and move, get our work done faster for you, giggle" I told them if jeans held them up, see their boss Jim for additional training. I told them happy New year and I expect to see them Wednesday morning with proper PPE, and to get the fuck out of my office, I have work to do.

They literally couldn't believe it. I don't think anyone has ever given them a dose of reality, and not given them a pussy pass. I won't lie, the one who bent over was a smoke show, and I'd love to give her a ride in my truck she asked about, but it will never happen. MGTOW.