I often wonder why and how we do it. I think we must have some sort of magical powers. We are handed huge structures that have been mishandled by brilliant people ( read idiots), horribly neglected exteriors and interiors, clients who watch lifestyles of the rich and famous, yet have the budgets of the poor and infamous. We often compete against contractors of dubious character ( read idiots) who will neglect to tell the client " oh taping the sheetrock is extra" or " did I say six weeks, sorry, I meant six years".
Yet we persevere year after year through the clients, employees, jobs, trucks, materials and suppliers from hell! Why do we do it? It sure isn't the money because the stacks of thousands often get reduced to stealing change out of the water bottle to buy a pack of smokes. We don't do it for the glory, more often the client seems so anxious to get you out of their house regardless of the fact you just added a half of house to their existing house in the time it took for their stupid architect to draw and get the prints approved. But of course he'll brag that he" built that" ~ while pointing to your project~ Not only that, once you touch it you own it and all of the neighbors homes too. A tree crashes through the neighbors house and you were doing a basement remodel... your fault.
I don't know if there is a heaven when we die, but I hope it has a contractor service entrance, but knowing our luck it will have the same service as the home depot's.
Yet we persevere year after year through the clients, employees, jobs, trucks, materials and suppliers from hell! Why do we do it? It sure isn't the money because the stacks of thousands often get reduced to stealing change out of the water bottle to buy a pack of smokes. We don't do it for the glory, more often the client seems so anxious to get you out of their house regardless of the fact you just added a half of house to their existing house in the time it took for their stupid architect to draw and get the prints approved. But of course he'll brag that he" built that" ~ while pointing to your project~ Not only that, once you touch it you own it and all of the neighbors homes too. A tree crashes through the neighbors house and you were doing a basement remodel... your fault.
I don't know if there is a heaven when we die, but I hope it has a contractor service entrance, but knowing our luck it will have the same service as the home depot's.