Thursday, November 14, 2013

An update?!?!

It's been some time since I last wrote anything, but I have some rambling to do, and this is one of the few places I feel I can say some of the things I'm feeling without ever one close to me freaking out.

My involvement with the nightmare project, and indeed the company, is over, barring any pending need for witness statements. The company had been slowly circling the drain for a long time, and its practically dead now. At this point only ownership family and a few stragglers are even employed under the name anymore.

I saw my layoff coming from miles away. When they closed down the Carlsbad office and moved me to the main office, I had hopes of being put to use elsewhere and only returning to Carlsbad when it was time to iron out the odd outstanding issue. Instead, I was shunted into a quiet corner and told to "focus on Carlsbad", despite everything involved with the project coming to a screeching litigious halt. After only a few weeks, I found myself spending most of my time surfing internet forums in a feeble attempt to appear busy to the casual observer. I asked to be put on other projects. I butted in and helped others with their work, where I could get away with it. I was unerringly told to focus on the one unmoving project. I did little of significance besides transcribing a few of the more contentious meetings I had recorded, and index copies of the correspondence between entities involved in the project.

The weeks stretched into months. It wasn't so bad; I was making nice pay for practically no responsibility beyond being on-hand when one of the executives needed questions answered from someone who had actually been there. I might have actually enjoyed it completely if not for the two hour each direction commute.

The company had already been struggling somewhat when we picked up the nightmare job. What we hoped would be a difficult but ultimately good project turned into the two year nightmare it was, which didn't help our profitability any. On top of that, the other two big projects we had hit massive delays, budget overruns, and (in my suspicions, though I have no proof) inside theft. The few smaller projects we had that stayed profitable were not enough to buoy up the company.

And then the State stopped placing paving projects for bid for a number of months, which continues to this day.

Really, it was just the last of many nails in the coffin lid, but it was clear to most people the company was going to quickly be vastly smaller, if it survived at all.

My layoff came in mid-March. At the time it was a great relief. I had a sizeable nest egg and few bills to begin with, and was very frustrated after spending so long watching a company steer headlong for the metaphoric rocks in spite of the many people warning against it. Frankly, many in the company management acted as if going under were the goal all along, and I'm positive a few profited greatly on a personal level from driving it there.

The company still exists, but the bulk of their assets have been sold, and I doubt they are even capable of being even a small scale highway paving company at this point. They certainly can't with the old self sufficiency they had only a few months ago.

So I've been unemployed for six months now. I had one interview early on with no positive outcome, that I suspect served to get a former coworker a raise (she was leaving the position and asked me to apply, then ultimately stayed). That's fine; at that point I did not really want a job anyway. However, a chest pain scare ate a large chunk of my nest egg in completely out of pocket hospital bills, and I'm at the point where unemployment insurance would normally run out. The highway construction industry still has not picked up (in this State) and the immediate future looks bleak in that area, as well.

And to be honest, the whole series of events with the company has soured me on the idea of working for someone else ever again. It was so incredibly frustrating watching the company make bad decision after bad decision, and having little to no influence to even mitigate the upcoming train wreck. I'm not sure I could endure going through that scenario again. At least if I'm working for myself, I can influence what direction the ship's headed.

But starting up on my own is a whole new Gordian knot. I've got experience in construction management, but no degree. I've done project estimating, but only on a very small scale. I've been part way through college for an engineering degree, but still have a couple years to put in before that could be completed, and that's not even considering the requirements to get a PE license. I've got a mortgage and the associated responsibilities to bear in mind. While I still have a bit of a nest egg, it's not exceptional (and is dwindling). And even if I just dove in, the upcoming construction market looks pretty bleak for a while, at least as far as highways go. To be honest, I'm not even sure where to start marketing myself if I did.

I'm really not sure what to do, and this paralysis is paired with a long term non-working inertia I need to overcome.

Monday, November 19, 2012

"Happy" holidays.

Another Thanksgiving looms, and with it the inevitable realization that the holidays are officially here again.

For me, this time of year is a mixed emotional bag. On the one hand, I'm always glad to be able to spend time with my family and to connect with them in places that do not revolve around work or my parents' ongoing house remodel. I relish the chance to play with my nieces and nephews, as it seems I get to see them in ever-increasing infrequency as time goes by. I love my family, and love being around them.

On the other hand, this time of year is overwhelmingly populated with subtle and not-so-subtle reminders that I'm continuing to miss out on many of the important life milestones that mark almost everyone else's lives. I have no children to watch re-connect with their cousins. No spouse to bicker with at the dinner table. And the presence of my parents and siblings and their families are a constant, nagging reminder of the areas in my life where I'm missing out. And as the season progresses, I become increasingly down, stuck dwelling in dark places in my mind.

This time of year puts a huge magnifying glass on my loneliness. It highlights the ineffectiveness of my attempts to resolve that issue in my life. And it brings along generous side helpings of jealously, bitterness, anger, and guilt. Most of the year, I'm relatively happy, even joyous in my solitude. I'm doing well for myself, and the lack of additional familial responsibilities allows me to indulge whims easily. But the holidays just serve me a constant barrage of reminders of the little things I wish were mine; the caress of a mate, the sound of children at play, a reassurance of a legacy that will carry on after I'm gone. There are times where I'd trade away all of the other blessings I have for the briefest taste of could-have-been. The times when I've thought about ending things, have all been near the holidays.

Relax, I've long realized there is no way I'd follow through with the idea, but my thoughts stray in those directions on occasion, at this time of year. I can't seem to help it.

It's just difficult feeling so very unwanted with so much familial joy occurring around me.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Why the economy is sucking.

First, some very generalized food for thought:

http://www.cato-at-liberty.org/obamas-right-in-a-perverse-way-about-government-playing-an-important-role-for-small-businesses/

Here's a little explanation on why the economy is sucking despite the efforts of the government to "stimulate" it.

Let's say you're starting a business, and you want to pave highways in New Mexico and get some of that "shovel-ready job" stimulus money that was talked about. (I say this because I'm most familiar with the highway paving industry's foibles, and I truly believe infrastructure projects like the highway system are one of the few legitimate responsibilities of government.)  For the purposes of this thought experiment, we'll assume you already own the necessary equipment and have the personnel available to perform the work satisfactorily.

First, you need to have met all of the federal, state, and local regulations required to even have a business. Requirements such as workman's compensation insurance, business licences, and the like all come with their own application processes and fees from the various entities that govern these matters.

Second, before you can be considered to bid for a project, your company needs a general contractor's license, another set of applications, approvals, and fees.  In addition, you need to go through a State pre-qualification application process (with associated fees) to be allowed to compete for the work.

If your company does not qualify as a Disadvantaged Business Enterprise (minority owned business, whose application process also includes its own fees), a portion of the prospective work will most likely HAVE TO be subcontracted to a company that does meet the requirements, even if you are capable of performing every aspect of the project yourself. This portion is frequently given a minimum threshold between 2 to 7 percent of the total dollar amount of the project, carries legal penalties if not met at project finalization, and must be delineated at the time of bid.

Once all of the above requirements are met, you are required to furnish a bid bond (another expense) from an approved company in order to be allowed to complete for the prospective work.

Whew! You haven't even applied for a project yet, and already the expenses are piling up.  So, now comes bid day.  You are competing with a double handful of companies, both local and national for one of the four construction projects that are up for bid this month.  Competition is tight, and margins are small.  Plans are always terrible, but you're familiar with this section of road, so you feel you have a good idea how to build the project at the lowest price, and still make some profit (because without profit, you and your workers cannot continue to eat).  You place your bid into the proprietary software system you were, as a result of your choice to compete in this market, required to buy (another hidden fee!).  All bids are accepted, processed by the software, and congratulations, you're the prospective low bidder!

At this point, you still may not have the job.  The State can reject your bid for any number of reasons including errors in the mountain of paperwork provided, preference for another contractor whose headquarters are in-state, or the ever nebulous "unbalanced bid" (i.e. you found a place to make a profit that the State feels others missed).

None of that happens though, and a month later, you receive a preliminary notice of award.  At this point, it's generally accepted you have been awarded the project, although there is still a window for the bureaucracy to pull your bid for whatever technicality they find.  Still, this is an infrequent event, and you now have a job! It's time to get your business machine moving in order to start the project. An appointment is made to schedule a pre-construction conference with the state, federal, and local overseeing agencies, as well as your representatives and those of any subcontractors, in order to discuss the scope and construction plan for the project.

Now we get into the meat of things.  You have work, finally, but it's halfway across the state and nowhere near any material or equipment facilities you own.  Your equipment setup is mobile, but you need a source of aggregates, and yards to set up your portable manufacturing plant.  These things take time, so the project is immediately placed in suspension while you mobilize.  You receive payment for one-quarter of your bid mobilization amount (an item to allow you to have operating capital at the beginning - I'll explain why - but restricted to a maximum percentage of  the total bid price of the project).

When it comes to aggregate sources, you have two options, a state/federal free-use pit or a private source.  Private sources are generally scarce, and almost universally tied to a static facility supplying materials to one or more communities.  Because of this competition for the materials produced, royalties are usually higher than your margin will allow.  A free-use pit it is, then.

You've scouted a good source for aggregates on BLM owned land, and begin the process to make use of the land and the first of your major delays hit.  The Bureau of Land Management, a Federal entity, has to first transfer the land in question to the Federal Highway Administration, another Federal entity.  Both entities insist the other has to begin the transfer process before their rules will allow them to begin their own process. you sit in this catch-22 for a month arguing with both agencies before the transfer finally begins to be processed.  Another month later, the transfer is complete, and the FHWA processes a second transfer to State Highway Department control in a much faster process.  You now have access to the rocks you need to make the road.

But they're still buried.  Your mining and crushing equipment needs to be moved in, set up, and configured.  To do this, an air quality permit (with it's associated fee) was applied for once you identified your desired material source, because we can't be putting dust in the air all willy-nilly; it's a pollutant, after all.  While the BLM and FHWA were stonewalling each other, your mandatory notification process and thirty day wait period was running.  Once you're allowed to use the land, you move your mining and crushing operations in.

Yay! Now you're starting to produce materials.  In the first few days you remove the overburdening soil to get at your rock source, and begin test crushing to get your blend and production rate optimized.

Bam! Surprise MSHA inspection!  You're now running a surface mining operation, and fall under the authority of the Mine Safety and Health Act oversight.  You've been expecting this, and have spent the time and money to ensure you're fully compliant.  Everyone's training is up to date (expense!), and everything that moves is guarded such that no one could - even intentionally - reach in and be injured.  The inspector commends you on one of the best operations he's seen this year, then writes you a $5,000 housekeeping citation for the burrito wrapper on the table next to the control house microwave.  You know further inspections are to be expected.

A week later, an Air Quality Bureau inspector walks into the office with a citation and fine for the dust raised by a worker's personal truck on its way down the haul road prior to the operation startup, but the inspector commends you on the lengths you have gone to (expense!) to keep all dust from the actual crushing and screening operation minimized.  You expect him to return periodically as well.

The Highway Department's audit of your Storm Water Pollution Prevention Plan (because rain and runoff are a pollutant, too!) measures turns up a couple of minor deficiencies, but you're not fined and merely given a short list of things to address.

Still you're producing the materials you need to build the project.  After a month, you turn in the quantity to the State for a stockpiled materials payment, and have met the work completed requirement to receive the remainder of the mobilization item.  Your paving plant is moved in, surveying is begun, and you're becoming fully geared up to build the project.

The project starts in earnest, and you're finally earning money as a company.  The end of the next month rolls around, and you turn in your pay application for the work completed to that point. A week later (the time the State's procurement law allows), you ask the Highway Department the status of the payment, as your monitoring of the status has shown that they haven't even generated the payment in their system.  You're told they're not paying you because Subcontractor Bob has not submitted his certified payrolls to the State's system yet.

So you call Bob, and it turns out that Bob has not submitted his payrolls because the State has not authorized him to enter them to that project yet.  You inform the local State office.  A week later, the bureaucracy in the capital finally authorizes subcontractor Bob, and the payroll is entered.  The next day the payment is generated in the system, approved by the local office and yourself, and sent up the chain.

The payment sits at the audit level for a week.  You harass the local office about it, after all, you've been financing a multi-million public works project for nearly two months, without payment or interest.  You find out that audit "didn't realize it was out there for approval, because they usually are in at the beginning of the month".  The next day audit has approved the payment.  One week later (a full month after you submitted your pay application) the check arrives at your office, just in time to submit a new pay application to the State. You're several months into the project, with all of the associated payroll, equipment, and material expenses that come along with it, and are operating on the relative pittance the specifications allow on day 1 of work.

Meanwhile, Bob has been threatening to pull off the project because he hasn't been paid.  The subcontract you have with him states clearly "pay when paid" terms, but he's a small cash-run company and can't afford to finance this amount of work for so long. He's about to go bankrupt. The trouble is, you're deep in the red yourself now.You need him to keep working because he meets the DBE requirements in the contract, and if he walks you're looking at penalties from the very entities causing the problems.

The apply - delay -get paid cycle repeats, for various paperwork reasons, multiple times across the next few months. And the whole time, you know it can take years to close out and receive the final payment for the project, once it's complete.

Heaven forbid you run into something that is not addressed in the plans; you may never get paid for the delays incurred or work to correct the issue.

In conclusion, please respect greatly the entrepreneurs who head out into the jungle of red tape - and it is just as bad for any industry - and willingly take on all these obstacles in order to make their dream come true.  We've moved from a country where productivity and success are actively encouraged to one where it is punished or inhibited in increasingly numerous and insidious ways.

We need to change that paradigm if we're going to return to success as a country.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

On E-85 and economy.

Currently I'm working out of our main office in Silver City, NM.  This is a welcome change from Carlsbad, but it does mean instead of staying in a camper trailer a few minutes from the job, I'm making a two hour commute (each way) to and from my house in Las Cruces each day. Yep, I'm "warming the globe". At least I'm in my own house again.

The company would put me up in a hotel while I'm here, but I've worked the math out, and even with the ultra-long commute it's cheaper for everyone if I drive back and forth. Which leads me to into my analysis:

I drive a company truck as one of my job benefits. It happens to be a model with a flex-fuel engine. It also happens there is a service station very close to my house that usually stocks E-85 fuel.  Seeing as the E-85 is nearly always about $0.20 a gallon cheaper than regular unleaded, I've been filling up with it to save the company a bit on the fuel costs. This sounds good on paper, but what I've noticed in my experience is the price difference is more than offset by an apparent reduced fuel economy.

I've made the work commute many, many times now, using both regular unleaded and E-85.  I've made it with headwinds, tailwinds, crosswinds, and no wind using both fuels.  It's a two hour drive on interstates 95% of the way, a 125 mile trip.  Using regular unleaded (~86 Octane), my truck averages 1/2 of the 24 gallon tank per round trip (The low fuel warning light comes on about 15 miles before I get to my house on the second trip), so 12 gallons over 250 miles; about 21 MPG.


Using E-85 my truck uses 3/4 of the tank on the same round trip, for 18 gallons over 250 miles; about 14 MPG.


So the commute to and from work, twice, takes ~24 gallons of unleaded, and ~36 gallons of E-85.  The most-recent prices for each at the local station were $ 2.95 for E-85 and $ 3.15 for regular unleaded. That equates to $ 53.10 a round trip for E-85, and $ 37.80 a round trip for unleaded gasoline.


So while E-85 looks much better on a per-gallon price basis, we really do not get the same distance per dollar spent as we do with gasoline.  Factor in the fact that E-85 prices are only lower than gasoline because of federal (i.e. taxpayer) subsidies, and it's easy to see the American public is being fed a bill of goods on this fuel alternative.

I really support finding an alternative, renewable fuel to power our energy needs, but in order for it to truly work, it needs to be price competitive on its own merits with the fuels we currently use, and without the intentional value obfuscation that has been perpetrated with this fuel.

Monday, November 7, 2011

This Old 'Vette - A Brief History

I suppose it could be said my family has hoarding tendencies. We're certainly packrats, although we don't get upset when it's time to purge some of the clutter. Mostly it's stuff acquired with a project in mind, and the project never really gets off the ground.

My whole life we've collected cars. Dad is an old musclecar fanatic, and he brought us up right. In my teens I drove a bevvy of classic muscle, mostly Mopar, that would make many a teen today drool, from the '74 Duster, to the '68 Coronet 500 convertible, Dodge Chargers in years ranging from '68 through '72, a Super-Bee, and a '73 Challenger. We even tore apart a mid '70s Sattelite to turn into a dirt track race car.

Oh, they were mostly half-junk beaters, but they were all undeniably cool.

After completing my Navy schools and being assigned to my first ship, I decided to buy my very first car all on my own. Well, mom and dad cosigned, but they never once had to make a payment on it or field a past due phone call. Go go gadget automatic drafts.

She was a Corvette (Banana) Yellow 1978 Chevy Corvette, and I loved her. She taught me much, like the feeling of accomplishment that comes with making, and completely paying for, a major purchase on one's own. She taught me to obey the speed limits, because bright yellow Corvettes are easy to notice. She taught me innumerable tricks to driving (and stopping) in the snow.

And she taught me that a Corvette will slide downhill on a thin sheet of sleet, even if placed in park.

Sadly, she isn't the most practical of cars, and when I became a broke college student I parked her at my parents' in favor of a much, much more economical Neon. I wasn't driving her, so I let the insurance lapse. Then the registration. Before I knew it, most of a decade passed without me even starting her up once. She became another rotting relic in my father's stable of cool but broken vehicles.

This weekend I decided to get off my ass and rectify the situation, so here she is, being prepped for surgery. I've washed off and vacuumed up years of dust and grime. I replaced her battery. My dad and I drained the gas tank (it was virtually empty). We found most of her hoses are rotting, mouse-chewed, or both, but we managed to get the engine to run for a minute or so on gas drizzled into the carbueretor.
Her heart still beats!

The really cool thing is I'm going to enjoy bonding with dad as we get her back into shape.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Beaurocracy slays common sense, news at 11

Well, today another nail was placed in the coffin of common sense.

Our illustrious highway department and I just had an absurd argument that went something like this:

HD:  You can't use class F concrete on hand formed curb. Class F is for slip forming, and the book requires class A for non slip formed curb.

Me:  But class F meets all of the specs for class A. In fact it has more cement in it, so it's patently better. Plus it's more expensive. I just don't want to waste 2 cubic yards of concrete I've already bought.

HD:  But the book says you use class A.

Me:  The curb right next to it is made of class F. The only difference is it was shaped by a machine instead of by hand forms.

HD: But the book says class A.

Me: I need a drink and a vaccination in case your willful stupidity is contagious.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Made of Pure Awesome

I found these this weekend while prowling the local bulk store.

They're like a little childhood memory followed me into adulthood.