00:00 - 00:03 | ...We're finalizing the site location for the EPS Capsule |
00:04 - 00:05 | It's not a certainty... |
00:05 - 00:07 | But we're also firming up the location for the mancamps and port-a-johns |
00:08 - 00:12 | Steve's team would like us to include gun racks as part of each toilet stall |
00:12 - 00:15 | Other than this, we've made no progress on the site specifics |
00:17 - 00:19 | I'm not concerned. |
00:19 - 00:21 | This is a decision we should have Kiewit make for us. |
00:24 - 00:26 | My Leader... |
00:27 - 00:28 | Kiewit... |
00:31 - 00:33 | Kiewit withdrew as the single prime. |
00:34 - 00:36 | They sent an email very early this morning. |
00:53 - 00:58 | Anyone who's last name isn't Holly, DeReuver, Jefferies, Vincent, Bauer, or Packard should leave immediately. |
01:13 - 01:15 | Who the hell do they think they are?!? |
01:15 - 01:17 | I'll use them all as fuel for the capsule! |
01:18 - 01:23 | Just last night, you idiots told me that the plan was going SUPER! "Well done Adolph ... Go on a long ciesta Adolph ... you've earned it ... we're on cruise co |
01:25 - 01:28 | My ex-wife could've picked a better EPCM out of the yellow pages. |
01:29 - 01:31 | We're absolutely FUCKED! |
01:31 - 01:34 | On and on these Denali idiots kept billing us and telling to "stay with the process..." |
01:34 - 01:37 | We were bamboozled by a group of McKinsey wannabes!!! |
01:37 - 01:40 | We're like sheep asking to be led to the slaughter |
01:40 - 01:42 | My Leader, we could still try to engage Tetra Tech or even Worley. |
01:42 - 01:46 | Have you lost your mind?!! I drunk dialed both on Wednesday and told them to suck my ASS! |
01:46 - 01:48 | My Leader, what about URS? |
01:48 - 01:52 | We might as well just send them a press so they can print their own money. |
01:53 - 01:54 | They send you an invoice any time you even think about them |
01:56 - 01:57 | Fucking Fluor in disguise! |
01:57 - 02:00 | "Yes, we understand your problems!" |
02:00 - 02:03 | "Yes, we can build you a capsule out of cat litter..." |
02:04 - 02:08 | Are you fucking kidding me? |
02:08 - 02:13 | And they say I'm evil. |
02:14 - 02:16 | I just need a GODDAMNED single prime! |
02:17 - 02:21 | We might as well call Hatch and beg them to take our money. |
02:27 - 02:29 | I have to goto the board next week. |
02:30 - 02:34 | Wait till they hear this. I told Brianna last week to book the entire Bellagio for the celebration. |
02:34 - 02:36 | The deposit alone was a cool $3 Mill |
02:41 - 02:42 | This is it... |
02:43 - 02:47 | I should have known when the recruiter told me that the company was willing to pay me in Bentonite that this project was doomed. |
02:48 - 02:53 | ...the ex-CEO parades around the hallways like a retarded gypsy queen with his safety glasses... |
02:54 - 02:56 | Sitting in his office smiling at the walls... |
02:56 - 02:59 | Who do they all think they're fooling? |
03:00 - 03:02 | The whole damn project was a fucking sham! |
03:04 - 03:07 | It's okay Svetlana, your green card doesn't expire for another 3 months. |
03:14 - 03:16 | Denali even sent me Mussolini's half son. |
03:19 - 03:23 | Damn Marco, even he couldn't cheer me up. |
03:25 - 03:26 | Fucking Kiewit. |
03:31 - 03:33 | Who can blame them. |
03:40 - 03:46 | I know Denali knew what was happening. Just last week, Grant turned me down for dinner telling me had to get "his run on after work..." |
03:46 - 03:49 | Same guy who I caught eating a 5 lb bag of silica salts. |
03:53 - 03:56 | I fucking hate Utah. |