Jun 06, 2005 11:50
While I dislike the word "work" or "job", it is a bit of a requirement as of late. Even though it will be about a month before my surgeon may release me to 50% or part time only, its enough, I'm bored to degree.
Last evening our neighbour and his son helped us move the woodstove out of the garage and onto the back patio. I commented a few times over the years how fun it would be to do what he does: set up and tear down the Seattle convention center. While only part time and some Saturdays, its union work so it means you have to move quick and do so for sometimes 12 hours straight. He has done this for all his life, loves it and they are desperate for consistent employees.
Being my neighbour for 10 years, he has observed the following of which he would want as an underling:
Constantly working outside, keeping the place tidy
Fussy about the garage being in order
Has seen I'm rather lean and strong
Will spend until dark to accomplish a task
He told me when I'm ready to let him know, he would tell me who to talk to so I would be on his team "but there is no slacking when we're on a job". That cracked me up somewhat because just sitting around drives me nuts as far as 'work' goes.
It is an interesting possibility.