I was on an 7-day backcountry trip in Wyoming. The ceiling in our downstairs hallway fell to the floor. Turns out we had a leaky pipe in our upstairs bathroom. I didn't have cell coverage, but did have my InReach. My wife didn't say anything about it until I got out of the backcountry, so it didn't ruin my trip. She dealt with the insurance company, the restoration folks, and took care of all of it on her own. I'm very lucky.
That’s a women!
When I was an industry forester working for a very large sawmill, I was taxed with producing 80% of the wood that went through it. For over 9 years I had at least 80% coming through that mill despite 5 other full time foresters on staff. That percentage claim is documented on computer. Not a guess. On top of running 9 logging sub contractors. It was an enormous effort to stay on top of all that.
So, when I took vacation, I wanted my time for me. Without fail though, my coworkers would always call me asking for help or, advice, or phone numbers of attorneys I used. Never doing so while I wasn’t trying to take vacation. SMH
Loggers weren’t much better. They knew the day I left and the day I’d return. And, they never missed their opportunity to do some pretty major foul ups in between those dates. Then spend the other days calling and leaving messages. From cutting over well painted and flagged property boundaries to skidding logs down roads that had vehicle traffic on it.
It isn’t enough to have messages from co workers and sub contractors. It’s the ones that the dnr or state and federal environmental agencies leave you after those dumb stunts, that’ll get your attention. And with such pitiful coworkers, you can bet no one working had enough knowledge of anything to step in and fix it.
I quit that job after putting in for my remaining three days of vacation to take around Christmas. I was told we needed to do inventory on the log yard. I told them to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine when I showed up Christmas Eve and two of the other foresters were allowed to miss due to family plans.
Every morning my feet hit the floor, I’m glad I did what I did. I’ve never even entertained it as a mistake.