This post is entirely dedicated to fangirling.

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My weekend was pretty much given over to L5R stuff, which meant that it was both exciting and dull. And that I have a sink full of dirty dishes. I did get a phone call from my dad on Saturday, and that was good. I'd been thinking of him a lot this past week because of the recent news that one of the more commonly used diabetes drugs causes an increased rate of heart problems. I don't know if my dad uses that drug, which meant that my first impulse when I read about it was to rush to a phone and check on him. I talked myself out the idea, because my dad stays very up on managing his diabetes and was almost certainly aware of the issue and was taking whatever actions were appropriate. (Unlike my mom, my dad does not need to be taken to the hospital in an ambulance before he'll admit that he has a health problem.)
Dad was in good spirits; he had a number of jobs on deck and the rain has backed off enough that he can actually do them. He does concrete and general contracting jobs of all sizes, everything from people's driveways to shopping centers. Sometimes when I'm visiting him we'll get in his truck and he'll take me to see whatever he's working on now. I always enjoy that because my Dad loves his work and it's fun (and informative) to listen to him talk. His favorite jobs are the tricky ones, the ones where it's not just a straight-forward pour. They might not be immensely profitable jobs, but for him fixing someone's driveway so that it no longer funnels water into their basement is about the best thing ever.
He asked about how work was going with me, and the answer was "slow". We are in the summer doldrums now, plus the city has a street construction project going on on the street the borders our strip mall to the south. That street is close off (actually, at the moment it is non-existent) and they've re-routed the traffic of the street that runs to the west of us. Oh, the joy.
I'm a little worried about how I'm going to find enough work to get my minions all of their hours. I hate to send them home early--they have bills to pay--but at the same time I can't be wasting the co-op's money. My solution for this week, I think, will be to take myself off of production work and spend some time re-writing our safety policies. I wrote them a few years ago when we were upgrading ourselves to be OSHA-compliant, and though they probably meet the legal requirements they have one great flaw: apparently, no one but I can understand them. This isn't a huge problem right now because I'm willing to do the training of new staff (Short version: Don't drink bleach water. Wear gloves when cleaning up blood spills.), but it's never good to have a major policy that only one person understands. After that...well, I'll think of something.