Where was Quality Control?

By way of a follow-up to my indignation about the resurfacing job, this morning, in the light of day and in a lane with lines on both sides, I saw that the yellow line may be all that lasts of the paint job.  The white line looks like a topo map of the Rockies in winter; it just illuminates the poor job done as you see all the dips in the edge of the road.  Some sections are so narrow that the white stripe is on the very edge of the road or on loose gravel or grass, which likely won't do the job of keeping the white line in place.  I felt like a bad driver riding on the yellow line, now that we know where the middle of the road is, but in a few places the road really slopes off to the edge.   Anyway...nothing like starting my day in a grateful mood....