All I know is Dad had a hell of a time keeping decent help. I was 10 when I started working for him and on most days I got more done then the grown "men" dad had working for him. We did concrete work, roofing, basements, and garages. I remember one day dad had this guy working as a hod carrier (guy who mixes up the mortar and puts the blocks in place for the block layers) and the guy kept staring into the mortar mixer so dad asked him if there was a TV in there. Around 10-11 am and after the 3rd or 4th time dad had asked about the TV dad sent him packing. The guy had come with one of the other workers so dad made him walk home. . I remember another time when we were putting in a floor and this guy kept raking the concrete from a low spot into a high spot. Dad told him several times that he was backwards and then sort of lost it. The guy had the nerve to ask dad if he was mad at him I took him aside and told him to stay away from dad for the rest of the day. Ah that was some interesting times. Well this is way the hell off topic, sorry about that guys.