There is construction work going on outside my window. Literally 24/7 they work on this apartment building-to-be. They live on-site. I don’t know if this is standard in Russia, or anywhere else in the world but in no way is it average in Winnipeg. Especially because I have yet to see a guy on site who is not working his ass off.
As a result of their being outside my window constantly, I find their presence kinda comforting. (Not to mention an excellent landmark for locating my apartment). Furthermore, despite having nine teapots and five different china hutches in the apartment, we have no curtains in my bedroom, so as familiar as I have become with the Moscow Super-Crew, they have no doubt become equally as familiar with me.
Then you can imagine my concern as me and my pansy-assed western mind realised the safety precautions taken at the site. Absolutely none.
Note this guy:
I know picture quality isn’t the greatest, but this guy is leaning backwards, over this:
Using only his hands. And sometimes, the cement-pouring thing gets jammed, so he shakes it by rocking back and forth.
I do not want to see cement-pouring-guy die. I do not.
Steel-girder-welding guy could fall, though. He’s a bit of an ass. At least he is in this imaginary world where I invented personalities for all these guys*.
*sigh*
I need to make some more local friends.
*I’m a rocket scientist/trained assassin there!
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