Anyone who knows Bob will know him to be a hopeless perfectionist. In my forty plus years with him I have never known him to not finish a job, or take a shortcut, or say, “that’ll do, it won’t show”. No, if a job’s worth doing it’s worth doing well, it’s the only way he knows.
Mostly it’s good, I really couldn’t stand to be with someone who was lazy or slaphappy, someone who never finished a job, or didn’t do it properly would drive me crazy. However, I’m sure there should be a middle of the road, a compromise somewhere between work obsessed and lazy. It shouldn’t be all or nothing! Bob is most definitely “all”.
Yesterday for example was pretty typical; we enjoyed a lovely day exploring the little islands in Whoops-a-Daisy, and returned to the boat for late afternoon cocktails. Bob almost immediately set about “a quick job” (they are never quick) something to do with the generator. I cringe whenever I hear the word generator; if I had the strength I would like to drop the damn thing in the deepest part of the ocean. Alternatively, if only I could afford it I would replace it with a shiny new one, but they cost around $20,000, or more so that’s not going to happen any time soon. Any job involving the generator is usually a major headache. If you added up all the time Bob has spent working on it, it would be at least a year of his life fixing the bloody thing.
I had already started making dinner, foolishly thinking Bob had almost finished. “Can that wait just a few minutes, so I can finish up here and take a shower before dinner”? Bob said. It was already nine O’clock, but OK I thought, a few more minutes won’t make any difference. Sure enough just a few minutes later he was putting everything back together and clearing up. “I just need to start it up for a moment”, he said. Guess what! The damn thing wouldn’t start! That initiated another couple of hours of investigation. Anyone else would have called it a night and said they would finish up in the morning, but this is Bob, never leave a job unfinished Bob!
By eleven I was famished and thoroughly fed up, the generator stubbornly refused to cooperate and Bob was getting frustrated. There was nothing I could do so I said “I’m going to bed”. I made him dinner, I just ate a cracker, I didn’t want to eat a dinner and then immediately go to bed. I’m not sure, but I think it was around 2:30am when I heard the generator start…
The next morning around 7am, Bob said “I just have a quick job to do on the boom, I need to fix the broken light. I want to do it now before it gets too hot out, we can have breakfast after”. Three and a half hours later, I was once again famished, not having eaten dinner the night before, so I went ahead and made myself some toast. By 11am, it was obvious that this was ‘surprise, surprise’ not a quick job; the wiring was a right mess, someone had previously done a “quick fix” or “crappy, slaphappy job” and now Bob was faced with the job of putting it all right… Oh joy!