Looking back over the past 30 years, it seems like a dream, still not sure how it happened, did contracting find me, or did i find it? I remember hearing about a neighbor who needed a wine rack, along the side wall of a basement stair. I showed up, scoped it out, went to the local home center, bought 1x2 and 1x12, some glue ,nails, and screws, put it together in my mothers basement, then had to take it apart when it would not fit up the stairs
. Then there is the tools, i walk out into my shop, and certain tools just feel different, your not sure how long, but you know they where purchased within the first 2 years, and they say, "yea i'm still here". The next memory is showing up to do 25 sq, 4 pitch roof job, (full rip) by yourself, So much energy and drive, that you would motor through it, long days, working alone, overtired and energized---LOVING THE PHYSICAL WORKOUT, loading the container just the way it should be, no room for one more piece of tar paper, you protected the driveway, you did a perfect job, all by yourself. Then all of a sudden there are 15 or so people, pulling you in 15 directions, you have completely ripped apart this giant house, and have tell everyone how to put it back together, most of what you need to, you know, some of it gets learned as you go, all the time showing full confidance, there is no choice, everyone is watching:thumbup:. So many doors, tile floors, windows, theatres, bottles of wood glue, shims, drywall screws (1 5/8'') mostly i think, nailsets (must have bought 200), saw blades, ext cords, customers ooo the customers. Know here i am doing the odd job, working on my own place, an extension here or there, a kitchen, a deck, moderating on a contractors site its all good, i loved most every minute of it. Maybe a neighbor will ask me for a winerack this week. Nathan, thanks for creating this site, Gene.
. Then there is the tools, i walk out into my shop, and certain tools just feel different, your not sure how long, but you know they where purchased within the first 2 years, and they say, "yea i'm still here". The next memory is showing up to do 25 sq, 4 pitch roof job, (full rip) by yourself, So much energy and drive, that you would motor through it, long days, working alone, overtired and energized---LOVING THE PHYSICAL WORKOUT, loading the container just the way it should be, no room for one more piece of tar paper, you protected the driveway, you did a perfect job, all by yourself. Then all of a sudden there are 15 or so people, pulling you in 15 directions, you have completely ripped apart this giant house, and have tell everyone how to put it back together, most of what you need to, you know, some of it gets learned as you go, all the time showing full confidance, there is no choice, everyone is watching:thumbup:. So many doors, tile floors, windows, theatres, bottles of wood glue, shims, drywall screws (1 5/8'') mostly i think, nailsets (must have bought 200), saw blades, ext cords, customers ooo the customers. Know here i am doing the odd job, working on my own place, an extension here or there, a kitchen, a deck, moderating on a contractors site its all good, i loved most every minute of it. Maybe a neighbor will ask me for a winerack this week. Nathan, thanks for creating this site, Gene.
