Clearance,
Glad to see that you were able to see where you were a bit off-base and then step up and admit it without excuses. I respect that! I like your analolgy between the framers and the finishing carpenters, which is good for another reason: The finish carpenter doen't get all critical of the hammer marks a framer leaves behind on the 2-by-4's because he knows it's not important, and the framer doen't laugh at a finisher when he sees him using a tiny nail-setting punch on the mantlepiece molding. It's just the way the job is done.
My previous employer sent me out to do a r.o.w. job. Just a roadside r.o.w. I'm not certified to work high-voltage, just beat the trees back from the side of the road, you know how it gets here on the coast, if you don't do trimming, soon you wouldn't have a road!
So out I go with the bucket truck, with instruction to use the hydraulic trim-saw stick as much as possible, much faster than my chain-saw. Fair enough. I get to work, and around lunch the boss calls me up on the radio-phone.
"How's the job going?"
"Well, I don't see getting in done in two days, it's a lot of small cuts."
"Now, listen up, here's how to use the trim-saw. Station your bucket. Swing the saw in a twelve-foot circle. Advance your bucket. Swing your saw in a twelve-foot circle. Repeat. Got it?"
"Uh, what about stubs, cutting to a lateral with one third the diameter of the..."
"Swing the saw in a twelve-foot circle. Get over it and move on."
"Twelve-foot circle. Check, got it, boss."
>click<
I got on with it, didn't like it, but I got on with it. I felt, I suppose, like a stone mason who had been asked to bust up a sidewalk with a pnuematic drill. Nothing wrong with either job, both are valuable, it was just not a good fit with my skills.
I have since moved on to a different employer whose expectations are a closer match to my skills. C'est la vie!