I remember working out at Woodfibre (Squamish) and driving back and forth between the ferry parking lot (there was a walk-on ferry to take us across the water to Woodfibre and back) and my house in Delta, everyday. An hour and a half at least, each way. Those were 10 hour shifts, 7 days a week, until the job was done. The jobs usually lasted about 2 to 3 weeks.
One job I am thinking about right now. Well, not so much the job it was my home and family that I remember. Every night, walking through the front door, the house was a worse mess. And then, they were looking at me to make dinner. I walked in one night towards the end of the job, and said, “if this place looks like this tomorrow I am just going to set up caution tape.” I was too tired to feel anything but disappointment. I took my shower and went to bed.
They figured it out. The next day I opened the front door into a clean, sparkly living room! And, if I remember right, dinner was ready.
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