So last night I left the jobsite kinda early cause it was hot and I was exhausted from working so hard for the last few weeks. I'm five minutes into taking my dog out and I get a call from my foreman telling me that he's done with the job........on a crew of 10 men........after an 11 hour day.......on saturday overtime......The bottom of my stomach drops out as I'm thinking about the conversation I'm going to have with my boss on Monday morning when he picks up their time. He's going to blow out the back of my skull when he sees the bill for that one and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it.
So my foreman tells me he's heading out to the bar with his journeymen and that it's too bad I left early. I didn't really put much thought into the idea of going back down there until Paul called and told me he didn't know what time he'd be home but it'd be late. Then, I realized that today was the last day I'd have that many guys on one job..........so against my better judgement, I did end up hanging out with them last night.
Well, alright, it wasn't all bad. I did have a few laughs here and there but I ended up staying out late which bugged me a little. It's not that big of a deal though, I didn't have to work today and there isn't going to be another day like this until next year really.
Last night, however, I did notice that my life has indeed become all about work. Paul said that I started talking about work in my sleep at 3am this morning. Then when we got up and started watching TV, I talked about the fact that I had a bad day for two hours. And then right now I'm writing a blog about it. Uggghhhh I'm pathetic sometimes.