Judi gets what she asked for. Is she ready?
He walked along the edges of the plywood form boards to the end of the wall. He looked down at the men below; three were holding the hose and one had the switch box.
Jack nodded to the switchman and the pump sped up and the hose jerked as the pump pumped the water from the hopper through the hose, lubricating it.
The concrete truck driver started the concrete down the chute as the water neared the bottom of the hopper.
The hose grew heaver as it filled with water. Jack held the end of the hose over the side of the form and let the water shoot down into the dirt along the wall. When the water was replaced by concrete the hose got much heavier and he moved the hose and began filling the forms. He had a hook clamped to the hose and hooked over the form board. As the form filled he backed along the forms and moved the hook behind him to take some of the weight from his shoulders and arms.
The hose tenders below were lagging behind him. He was on the verge of overflowing the forms and it seemed he was dragging the three guys along instead of them helping him. He yelled at them and told them to follow him closer. He looked back behind him and saw he was getting close to the corner of the wall. He looked at the switchman. The guy was talking and laughing with another man.
Jack yelled at the top of his lungs but the switchman couldn't hear him. He was at the corner of the wall. The forms were full. He unhooked the hook from the tie beam and dropped the hook, the hose and the whole rig inside the house. He walked the beam to the ladder while the hose tenders stared as concrete sprayed over the floor. He walked to the switchman and took the switchbox from the startled man and flipped the switch to idle. He waded through the concrete on the floor and picked up the hose end and threw it out the nearby window. He walked out to the Concrete truck and told the driver he was through. He flipped the switch to PUMP and got the water hose and turned it on. He ran the hose into the hopper when the concrete began getting low. He switched to idle and let the hopper fill up with water.
When the hopper was almost full he switched back to pump. He did that several times until he was sure the hoses were clear of concrete. He ran and checked the end of the hose and saw clear water running out. He switched to Idle again then walked back to the pump and shut the pump off.
The concrete truck driver came over and asked Jack what he was going to do. Jack looked at him, "Charlie, did you see what happened? Those dumb assholes almost dragged me off the tie beam and the switchman was not paying any attention to me at all. I am going home. Maybe they can get someone else to pump for them."
"Yeah, Jack, I could see you had your hands full. I'll call the company and see what they want to do."
Jack uncoupled the hoses and had most of them rolled up and in the truck when the job superintendent pulled up in his pickup truck. He went in the house and came storming back out. "What the fuck do you think you are doing. You can't walk off the job like this."
Jack grinned at him, "Sure I can, just watch me."
"We will sue your ass if you walk off the job and stick as with the mess in there and the rest of the load of concrete."
"Read your contract. Acceptance means you agree to furnish me with trained and experienced helpers. Failure to do so subjects you to absorbing all damages caused by those helpers. You must pay me for my time and incurred expenses. You can't get anyone else to pump for you because you are so damned slow paying your bills. Now I want to go home, my back is killing me because your helpers don't speak English and I had to drag them and the fucking hose, I almost fell a couple of times."
He threw the remaining hose on his truck and drove off.
Jack was home way early and he walked in the house and back to the master bedroom to shower and clean up.