Monday, August 3, 2009

What Weekend?

Monday is here at last! Can you tell the enthusiasm/sarcasm in my typing? Ended up working all weekend and finished the week with about 66 hours. I've been installing flagstone. The pieces are heavy and dirty, they come straight from the quarry. By the end of the day, you really feel it in your lower back. You're on your knees and have to cantilever up to 50 lb. pieces in front of you, to set them in place without boogering (yes boogering :) the previous piece. If it doesn't fit flush with the piece next to it, that can be a potential tripping hazard, and you pull the piece back out to build it up to the correct height. Just about every muscle in my body aches from a week and a half of this. I have, optimistically, about another week. This is definitely making me feel my age. Ten years ago, I would have considered this a personal training program for the iron man contest. Now, I hope to just make it to the weekend. Oh yeah, the weekend came and gone without me noticing. So Monday really means nothing in the grand planning schedule of things. Just another day, but with the added benefits of everyone else coming off of a fun relaxing weekend, ready to crack the whip and get some phone calls made to Kevin, while he hovers 50 lb. rocks with one hand, and discusses potential architect screw ups on the phone, with the other hand. Perhaps I should start cracking the whip, and make high maintenance people work right along side of me, hour for hour. They may think twice before calling me, crying about the fact they can't change the look of something they've drawn, after us in 3-D land, have made it concrete. I love that quality time spent on the phone, with some Bozo, with a degree in drawing lines, explaining why something they've designed on paper doesn't work in real life. They're frustrated because they don't get their way, and I'm frustrated because I could have set two 50 lb. pieces in the time they required for a factual, but unsatisfying answer. Ah yes, Monday, just another day in paradise. Makes you look forward to happy hour!

1 comment:

  1. i had some old grandma insist on carrying my heavy bag today(30lbs). and i let her....hey she insisted. ...;)

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