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Construction Supervisor's Log is a file that can be found in Resident Evil 5.
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So we finally kicked the Ndipaya from the ruins they were squatting in. I have heard it was just to get this flower field, but that's the least of my concerns right now. One thing I do know is that construction here has been a colossal headache. Trying to build something among these ruins is almost impossible to begin with, and just to get started, we had to change the groundwater channels. That meant the "flower bed" wasn't getting irrigated properly, and now the flowers are dying.
And to top it all off, I have the head researcher, Brandon, breathing down my neck. He says he wants the facilities to be at least three times bigger than originally planned.
So after that got approved, they fired the supervisor before me, Peter. Not sure why though, maybe he looked at them wrong or something.
If I let these flowers die, the same thing'll happen to me. I can't help but sympathize with poor Petey, working with these science types is a pain in the ass.
I hope we find a new water source soon. Our surveys showed that there might be some groundwater 500 meters of so down. That's pretty deep, so we'll probably have to use that new pump system the Fabiano company makes. Hopefully that'll work, but with how everything has went so far, I'm sure something will go wrong.
The only problem is that I have no idea when I'll be getting those new pumps. Even best case scenario, there's no way we'll get those new pumps in here and set up before the year is out. Looks like we'll just have to use old-fashioned manpower to fetch water for those flowers so they don't die.
Looks like I'm going to be spending the last Christmas of the '60s away from my family in a dank, dark cave playing gardener for some flowers... Ain't life a bitch?