Hound Dog
Jan 23, 2010, 6:23 AM
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"And when it is prime time to plant, you had best be working hard and not taking three hour lunches if you want a bountiful harvest."
Not necessarily.
You may start at dawn, and if it gets too hot you take a meal time in the shade, and then work until dark.
I understand that farmers in parts of France get up and toil at or before dawn and then, in the morning, return home for breakfast which might include a strong pousse cafe with a favorite regional distilled spirit before returning to the field reinvigorated.
In the vineyards of the Napa and Sonoma Valleys where we lived for a number of years, all vineyard workers as well as most winery workers are Mexicans and I have never seen such competitive and hard working people. The vineyard workers are paid based on their productivity so there is very little if any malingering unlike the banks and federal regulatory agencies where Dawg "worked" for years where the extended three martini lunch was the order of the day.Which career would you choose? Dawg got paid well to have fun just like those Wall Street clowns that nearly sank the U.S. ship of state but Dawg had no part in that. I did have a friend who left the Comptroller of the Currency (the nationally chartered bank regulatory agency) in the 1980s to help design, implement and sell securitized mortgages that recently became so infamous. He retired a very rich man while those "lazy" Mexicans who were said not to value time were working their butts off in the vineyards for peanuts.
In the U.S., the chickens finally came home to roost when the financial bubble burst. As Gomer Pyle used to say, "Surprise, surprise, surprise!"
By the way, I worked for several years as a national bank examiner and it may interest you to know that the national bank regulatory agency was funded by fees from the banks they were charged with regulating and the San Francisco Regional Administrator of National Banks in those days (the 1970s) had an opulent office in the Bank of America building in that city´s financial district with a spectacular view of the city and bay. Any national bank field examiner who irritated the big, powerful banks by insisting on fundamental prudence in lending found him/herself semi-permanently assigned to Fresno.
Not being a total idiot Dawg got out of the regulatory business and became a commercial loan business development manager one of the duties of which position required Dawg to entertain fatcat clients with those extended business lunches. Sigh!
(This post was edited by Hound Dog on Jan 23, 2010, 6:33 AM)
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