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This (I'm not rascist btw)
when I ran a roofing company we had a bunch of mexican subs..I was constantly on roofs fixing their fuck ups.. made me insane.
And they'd never send their fuckin invoices on time then cry when their pay was late...I had to calm down more fricken mexicans.
they were fast as fucking hell though..for what they were paid and how much volume they put out it was worth it for the company to send me out to go see what they fucked up and either fix it myself or drag one of them up there with me to fix it while I babysat.
man I don't miss that job.
I was building houses in Summerlin. The Mexican crew working down the block would cut early, about 2 or 3PM. We'd work until 5 or so. One day, after they left, we went down to their site and put levels on everything. Nothing, and I mean nothing, was plum or level. And, unless you're willing to sawsall and re-shoot everything, it's not fixable. It was so bad that not even drywall could fix it.
That house was built with the quality that had made Mexico the great country that it is.