The job site was pure chaos—again. Dave, the self-proclaimed "king of rebar," was arguing with a cement mixer like it had personally offended him, while Gary, who definitely skipped the safety briefing, was using a ladder as a seesaw to "test its limits." Meanwhile, Karen from accounting had wandered in wearing heels, demanding to know why the porta-potty smelled like "regret and bad decisions." The foreman, Jim, was screaming into his walkie-talkie about missing blueprints, unaware they were currently propping up his coffee cup. And then there was Steve, the apprentice, who’d somehow managed to glue his hard hat to his head. Again. Somewhere in the distance, a beeping backup alarm played its sad, eternal song. Another day, another dollar, another OSHA violation waiting to happen. Just another Tuesday in construction.