I am sure this dream was brought on by having to deal with a couple of (knucklehead) guys on the job. Their insistence on doing things their way when I already had plans laid out, led to several mistakes until I could have torn my hair out. To top it off, upper management came to me about why they were doing it that way.
“How the hell should I know? I’m not in charge. Here’s a crazy idea, ASK THEM!!!”
Yes, those were my exact words. I don’t know if they did ask them, but they left me alone.
Monday, January 23, 2012
I was driving a tractor trailer delivering a rough terrain crane to a job site. Once on site, I disconnected from the lowboy and backed the crane off. I pulled the crane over to the side of the job site and went back to my truck. As I tossed the chains and binders into their box, a man came out from the office trailer. He walked past the crane and over to me.
“I’m the crane operator,” he said without giving a name. Before I could give any response, he turned and walked over to the crane.
I returned to clearing off the bed of the lowboy, glancing back every now and then to the crane and operator. When the man had gotten into the crane, he drove it over by a tree that stood just outside the job site area. He set up the crane and began putting it through a few motions; I noticed right away he had no idea what he was doing. I got into my truck and backed up to the lowboy. I shut off the truck and got out. I walked to the lowboy and began hooking up the connections from the truck. As I finished up the last of the connections, a cream-colored car pulled up next to me. The car was large and looked very expensive.
The driver stepped out, and I saw it was my birth mother, who I had not seen or talked to in 16 years. I also noticed she looked just the same as if she was in her early forties. She was wearing a light-colored blouse and dark slacks. She called out to me, and I jumped down from the lowboy to walk over to her, hesitantly giving her a short embrace.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
“Fine, I heard you were out here and came to see you,” she said. “I hear you have credit cards, are they yours or did you take them from someone?”
I stepped back, looking at her strangely.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Well I know how fond you were of them, starting at around 11 years old you would steal them out of my purse,” she answered.
“What are you talking about? I never stole anything out of your purse, much less credit cards,” I responded.
“Of course you did, and you know; you never apologized for it.” I turned and stormed away shaking my head.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. I turned back to her and yelled,
“Are you kidding me? I haven’t seen you in years, and you come here accusing me of something I never did as a child or an adult!”
“No need to get upset, I was only wanting an apology.”
“You need to leave!” I demanded. I went back to work, and she got in her car and left.
As I slammed tools into the truck’s toolbox, I glanced up at the sky. The sun was in the west around 50 to 60 degrees up. Three-quarters of the sky from the east down to the western horizon was covered in clouds. Although the sun stood in a clearing between the clouds, it had shone very dim. Like that of a sunrise or sunset, the underside of the clouds glowed in multiple colors of reds, oranges, pinks and purples. I could not understand how these colors were forming; since the sun hung behind the clouds. I reached in the truck and grabbed my camera. I took dozens of pictures, all the while the changes in color shifted.
I continued snapping shots until I heard a cracking noise. I turned to the crane and crane operator and saw that he had purposely hooked the crane onto the tree, having to reach over the car to do so. He began hoisting up trying to pull the tree out of the ground, which he did.As the weight fell back into the crane’s cable, the cable snapped dropping the tree onto the car. I shook my head in disbelief. A man, who I took as the project manager, came running out of the office trailer. Instead of approaching the crane and operator, he came over to me.
“Why did you let him operate the crane?” he shouted red-faced at me.
“I’m not his boss.” I said harshly back at him. “You ordered the crane; I delivered it,” I added.
“You gave him the keys,” he shouted.
“No, I unloaded the crane and left the keys inside. If you did not want your man in the crane, you should have told him.” I stepped up, toe to toe with him. Being a head shorter than me, he had to look up. I looked down into his eyes.
“Either go away and leave me alone or I’m going to flatten you right here,” I said and moved my head down until our noses were centimeters apart. He backed off two steps then turned and ran to his office. I hopped into my truck and drove off.