Recently a company was brought into the area I live to do extensive re-roofiing and repairs. The hails and number of hail storms this past summer did extensive damage through out the area of Colorado I live in. It is just a part of living in the West, known for it's unpredicatable weather. One minute it is beautiful here, the very next the skies may open up with a funnel cloud or two and the biblical hail. The picture below shows a good measure of it, but not as big as it can get. Watching hail the size of golf balls, or softballs, is just not something you forget. Neither does you house or your car. One might say, "It makes an impression."
Well, this isn't really a story about hail, or it's damage, as I would have told this story months ago. No, this is a story of the men who come to do the repairs and the attitudes they bring with them.
It is not uncommon here in Colorado to hear the chatter of men at work on a job site to be in Spanish. Many times I have been stopped and asked the time in Spanish, or directions. To which I respond in the language. It is one of the reasons I learned to speak it, as my Grandfather did. We live and work amoung people who either live here or travel to work in Colorado's agriculture, meat packing, roofing and construction industries. The labor pools that they used to say "no American would work in," but due to the downturn in our economy, I am not quite buying into that anymore. I volunteer at a homeless shelter, I know some Americans who would work if they were given the opportunity. I mean Americans here legally or as citizens of our country. I am in no way qualifying these homeless by their ethnic status.

So the pounding began about a week ago. I literally felt like a bobble head by the end of the day. I survived, if a bit frazzled. It would be over soon enough. Well, that was until I came out to my car on Saturday passed and saw it had been pinned in right behind it by a huge tractor that lifts men and the heavey supplies as well as the debris off the building. I was dressed to the nines and ready for an important function. There I stood with my hands full and looked at the dumb predicament I found myself in. After taking a deep breath, I loaded my car and began to look up to the roof top in hopes of finding someone who could move the tractor. I heard the chatter of men working away.
So I called up, first in English. No reponse. Hmmm I thought, well I need to bring out my Spanish skills I guess. So I called up.
¿Hola? - Hello? ¿Quíen es ustedes? Any one there?
¿Me puede oír usted allí arriba? ¿Hola? ¿La ayuda?
Not a a word, but they continued working and talking to each other in Spanish. I just went, "Oh boy! Shook my head a bit.
¡Hola Caballeros! Hello Gentlemen! ¡Ayúdeme! Help! It was a good thing I wasn't getting murdered. They would have ignored the whole thing, or would they?
¡Nada! Nada word. I was getting pissed now, so I layed on my horn and called out in between blasts.
¡Ahora, yo me enojaba! Muy enojaba!
I saw this young man standing with an Anglo trying hard to hide. So I walked up to them and ask the now very visable one..... Por favor,¿Dónde está su jefe?
"Hmm, yo no trabajo aquí." I don't work here was his response. I love a good joke but a bold face lie never settles well. I told him
¿Verdad? Truthfully, ¿Realmente? Really? Sheesh I felt like 'K' in Men in Black!
Trabajaba aquí el otro día, yo recuerdo verle. I saw you working here the other day.
Ooops, you don't look all the same to all of us Gringos. He claimed to not know where the boss was. He had as he told me only come out as a day laborer, and there was no work. Okay, well let's go find El Jefe!
Not two seconds later, an Anglo in a huge monster of a white truck came rolling up. Well at least someone is getting paid here, I thought. I could tell he had attitude and so I asked him, ¿Hablas inglés? You speak English? Oh he was not amused. He gruffly answered, yeah! ¡Que bueno! Good!
Then I told him what I needed and asked him to move the tractor. I know he either wanted to tell me he didn't have the keys, or he couldn't move the truck. His authority as an Anglo had only been assumed. He knew the gig was up and like a bear got out of his comfy office on wheels and moved the tractor.
Whew! I could be on my way. I did notice as he whipped the tractor out he nearly took out a few cars. Temper! Temper! I was glad to be leaving. Later that night when I returned I stepped on on the the bazillion nails with plastic rings around the head to protect fingers. They look like little green saucers. Oye! I was ever so Thankful that I changed into my excercise skeetchers with the big thick tread.
I noticed later that weekend that my left back tire was going flat. So I brought it in for a check. Sure enough, it had one of the saucers and nails in it. So I had it patched. Life happens. Then the front left tire went. Okay, so I step into my property managers office and place a fist full of these little babies from the parking lot. Apparently, it has been quite the problem around here.
I was given a name and number to call. The phone rang and who should it be my luck is should be? The same Anglo in the monster moving office I had met the Saturday before.
Oh Joy!
I told him about my foot and car and asked if he could help me with the tires. He said, "Your the one who made such a F-ing problem this weekend! " "Really?" I said, "Moving a tractor, was a problem? He was rude and I knew he wasn't about to help me with the tires?
That is until I mentioned three little letters....."ICE"...No not these kind.
This kind.

You know the new and improved clipboard pushing immigration enforcement officers. He opened right up like a book, telling me they were from Honduras. I told him I could tell they were not local or Mexican, because I understood Spanish and their dialect was not common around here. He asked me not to call on him, he just contracted out for them. I told him I wouldn't call, that I was sure he was abiding by all the immigration laws. Snark.
He told me that he wouldn't give money to fix my tires for a week, and well that was a deal breaker with me. I told him, the tires were going flat as we spoke, and I want the $15.00 per tire, now. He was one unhappy bear, but he brought it to me in my managers office. Apologized and everything.
Great, problem resolved, I just need to go fix my tires. Wrong. That night when I went out to run to the store I found a baby stroller suspended from my American Flag. Yep, you are reading this right, now take it in for a second time, and try to imagine the dumbest way to desecrate an American flag. Bingo! You would have what I saw.
Now as a photographer, I should have reached for my camera, but I didn't, I was so shocked to see a stroller hanging from my flag. I took it down immediately and then called the police and filed a report. When they came out they had about the same dumb look on their faces. Really? I mean really? I took down the torn flag and will put another new one up when they are gone. On so many levels, the act of defacing an American Flag on our own soil should really get someones attention. It sure got mine.
My property manager did not take this incident well. She called the foreman and told him what was found and documented, and that if his guys touched anything of mine, they would be on the next bus to New Jersey. New Jersey?
Illegal immigrants from New Jersey? OMG, we are out sourcing to New Jersey now? That is the possible interstate transport of illegal workers. Wow, so the guy I first asked that Saturday where the boss was, was a 'day laborer from New Jersey!'
Boy, that is traveling a long way for a day job!
There are able bodied men and women in the State of Colorado who need a job! Do not give me the line that Americans won't do that kind of work, cause I am here to tell you I volunteer at a homeless shelter, and yes there are people who will flip burgers, who will dig ditches, who will roof a house. American or not, immigrants with work visas. Give them the job!
It really makes you wonder just who is selling our country out? Sometimes I think it is our own people. Who willingly and knowningly give jobs to save a few bucks, not considering the kind of people they are hiring and what they do when they are here in our country to work. I am for immigration reform, but we need a Govenor who will actually do it, fairly and right. All there ever has been is talk. I thought Governor Ritter was that man. I was wrong.
We will have to wait and see who comes to the office and Govenor Ritter has announced he is not going to run. Denver Mayor Hickenlooper wants the job. Is he the right man for the job? I am not going to hold my breath.
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