First things last

This morning I stopped at the gas station by work to fill up on 20 oz's of coffee goodness, and while I was there, I was somehow brought into this discussion. Behind the gas station is a lot that joins our property to them, now on this lot they are building a new elementary school. One of the welders for this project was getting coffee as well since they had been rained out, and felt the need to tell me how easy his job was, how much money he was making, and the best part of all, he doesn't have to be so careful like he did on the oil field welding, because there isn't a city supervisor inspecting the welding at the schools. The scary part is, I don't even think he realized what he was telling me the complete stranger, about his, or his companies, or the cities state of mind. So I said to him, what you are telling me, is that we care more about a computerized oil field than we do about a building full of several hundred small children. He just walked away. Excellent, we have oil, but your grammar school student might die because of the schotty job we did, because we cut corners on education. I just thought it was funny , in that sad state of affairs kinda way.