I Can See Clearly Now
I worked for a guy named Russell in Memphis, years ago. He was wrapped really tight and that is never a good way for a boss to be. This was one of the many times when I was between commercial painting gigs, which I decidedly preferred for work. He was pretty good at getting work though and that meant the odds were decent that I would get paid and not have to react badly towards him in the event that that didn't happen. Because he was so angst driven, he made poor decisions. On my first house with him (my only? I'm not sure) he was getting bullied by a family of three generations of carpenters who clearly were running the job, if not just running him. The carpenters were alright really. I rather admired that a grandfather, son and son were working together. And they did good work. They were fine to me, just hard on Russell and his lead man, a guy whose name I don't recall even though I would work with him a couple years later for another crazy guy and he would later have no...