making those ole bones

you might get the wrong impression of me, thinking i was some sort of a thug beating up poor ole Mark, but it's just that for some reason some people just have a hard time with me, call it my presence i don't know, but especially in construction i just galvanized people. most people i got along with but there was always someone i pissed off to the point of them trying to do something about it. you could put it down to the bitch theory, that is the alpha dogs wanted everyone to line up behind them and be subordinate, to be their bitch, their follower, their yes man, yes mam. i just couldn't go for that. i am the cooperative type, i'll help you, you help me we'll get the work done, only that theory didn't always hold water, some guys, a lot of guys just couldn't deal with that, they wanted to control, dominate, for you to be less than them, to be their little man. I put it down to outright control through fear. the struggle for power always came up no matter how civil, how kind, how cooperative i was. one thing for sure, difference of any sort was not tolerated, it was considered a weakness and to be exploited. i swear more time was wasted on the sorting and ferreting out of power on the job site than actual work getting done. there was lots of arguing, everyone protecting themselves, the constant trying to get over on you. maybe it's a guy thing, i don't know, i thought it was stupid, god knows the work is hard enough, all i know is sooner or later some shit would come up, you could bow down and take it, run, or deal with it. you can say I was short sighted myself, i could have solved my problems with more sophistication, used powers of persuasion, explained myself clearly, tried getting along with peace and harmony, and i did all these, and more, but every once and a while, a desperado didn't give a shit about my sweet talking, kindly cooperative ways and just wanted to kick my ass. well son what are you going to do about that? jgk