Closet Extremist

Dark clouds on the horizon

Day three on this job, and it frickin' rained...a LOT. I mean rained "like pouring piss out of a boot", kinda monsoon-type rain. But (there's always a but) the jobsite has been gravelled, so there's no mud, the temperature was in the mid sixties, and the hoistway is completely enclosed so I didn't get wet. Did I mention that the pit floor got poured so we could go to work? Well it did, and we did.

I worked a full eight hour day today, and once again the satisfaction of my chosen profession sinks in. We never put ourselves in a "strain", and managed to get the pump-unit in place (Hydraulic Elevator for those that are uninitiated), the rails stacked, both of the jacks in place, and the car sling is built. Not a bad day's work. This car is what I would call "Hospital Sized", in that it is about 6 feet wide by 10 feet deep. It's being installed in a music store, so they will need the room to carry drum-sets and the like from the warehouse/receiving area (downstairs) up to the sales floor. This install is going in extremely well, and I believe that it's gonna be a fabulous elevator when it's completed. What can I say? I Love/take pride in my work.

So I am now three-for-three on good day's this week. This is an ominous portent. I'm now completely certain that not only will I get a stomach virus that will have fluids pouring out of my every orifice for three day's, but I will have to work three twelve-hour day's (Through the weekend no less.) in order to make up for some horrible mistake that I made somewhere. It's no use. I might as well just not get out of bed tomorrow.