Good, Honest, Hard Work
Years ago I was piddling around in the backyard and happened to eavesdrop on a conversation between my next door neighbor and another gentleman. The discussion was about work: tough, physical work. "So and so was one helluva worker," said the one. "Once I saw him carry two 80 pound bags of concrete mix from the truck to the job site, a distance of at least 200 yards one way without taking a break during a 10 hour day. I'm guessing he must have made that trip at least 150 times that day and never complained." The other responded along the lines of, "This gal worked the assembly line at the plant where I was employed. She wouldn't take any guff from the people she worked around, but she always backed it up with the highest productivity scores of anyone in that section. Every now and then management would bring in some hotshot piece of equipment, but I'll be damned that that woman did not continue to do the work as quick and with a higher rate