Who Makes The Mess?

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The subject could mean the owner, or the cat in this case, who creates the mess. 
You see, most of us just play along or being condescending, as we are likely obligated, being dutiful to fulfill the owner’s desires, chuckle chuckle!

A caretaker for a friend’s condominium, a renovation was in progress. A contractor and his four foreign workers, either Myanmar or Vietnam, arrived before 10:30am to install plaster ceiling.

I was amazed. The workers were totally dedicated and expedite. Each of them knew so well his own position and work. They collaborated, with seamless rapport, to lay out the frame to place plasters. They used, I googled and found out the name, a ramset gun to punch nails into concrete. If anyone has heard one, the gun makes a blasting sound like something illegal and unadvisable to possess.

As most renovation business constitutes small business. Hence, it is good for this lower layer, of the country’s economy, where it usually does not get the sweet economic trickles of governmental assistance or initiative scheme.

I digressed, but the workers were really well-positioned and work-delegated. They have started to put up the plaster panels when I recognized a deviation from planned. A major mistake was made that prompted me to call the main contractor to come and speak to his sub-contractor. For the first time in 3 hours, the 4 workers halted and crouched looking frustrated. Soon 3 contractors gathered and discussed an unclaimed mistake.

The sub-contractor yielded. The workers had their lunch before dismantling their work, the work they fervently produced. As I was sitting down, writing this post and feeling the stress environed me, the workers started all over again. It constituted so much more the gravity of inconvenience for the workers than the stress brewing in my brain that I tried to let go.

As the work continued, I totally left them to their own capability. What can I do? They were like furiously hand-working, despite of the mistake made and unclaimed, I was afraid to intervene even in the merest moment to ask their home country!

But they, just like many of us, work darned hard, possess acute senses and sensibilities, and proud of their heritage. They become fierce survivors in a foreign country. The stress, the anxiety I have is just some momentary effects in their lives living and working in a foreign country.

Found out from the sub-contractor, they are Vietnamese.