In the late 1970’s I remember stepping into the Standard Parts store on main street owned by Gus Norlin and Jim Redding. They had a sign behind the counter that set the tone the minute you walked into their store :
Poor Planning On Your Part,
Does NOT constitute An Emergency On My Part.
In the back room there was another sign:
$8 per hour
$12 per hour if you watch
$20 per hour if you help
I kept thinking about that second sign this past week.
We were installing a metal roof on a 2 story house. Homeowner (I’ll call him Harry), is a retired farmer who watched my every move. I came home mentally and physically exhausted four nights in a row.
We would start each morning tearing off the shingles on a section of roof, cover it with #30 felt, then install the new roof in the afternoon.
I got the lead on this job from a friend. Jim (my friend) told me, if Harry liked my work, he could keep me busy, “although he will probably be on the job most of the day.”
I told Jim, “Harry may think I am on probation, but as far as I’m concerned, he’s the one on probation.” 🙂
I still haven’t decided if I can tolerate him. 😉
hate strongly detest grumblers.
Growing up on the farm, dad had us putting in long physical days doing all sorts of nasty stuff and it shaped my attitudes in ways I didn’t realize at the time. (including not whining about whatever job I was assigned.)
We had a small dairy herd, milked 18 cows before and after school from the age of 12 on.
The summer I turned 14, I got a construction job. (Dad and my uncle owned a construction business.) We worked from 7 till 5:30. The cows still had to be milked before and after work.
I grew up pouring concrete and building steel buildings.
I especially loved Saturday mornings when I could take my time card to Sam Schutz’s office with 50 hours on it and pick up my paycheck.
When I graduated high school, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I decided to work for a year and then decide. As the year came to a close, I realized I loved construction, and if I stuck with it, there was lots of opportunities to get ahead. My grandma (Dad’s mom) was the only person to express her disappointment at my decision. She was discouraged her eldest grandson had decided no to go to college.
“But Dougie, you are so smart!” She said in her thick German accent, the look of disappointment in her eyes.
As I sit here tonight, ( mentally recharging my batteries from the week of working with Harry) I am still thankful. Thankful I have the freedom to work (or not work) for Harry.
Thankful, my dad instilled in me the value of hard physical labor.
Thankful I am no longer a driven work-a-haulic. 😉 (I can take a nap with the best of them without a hint of guilt or shame.)
I am thankful I sleep like a baby 95% of the time. When my head hits the pillow, it is lights out.
“If anyone is not willing to work, you have no obligation to feed him…”
Tell me about your job. (If you are still in school, or watch your kids full-time this also means you) 😉 What do you love about your job? What are the hardest things about it? Describe the perfect work setting for you.