Here's the thing. When you get the Monday morning 6 am text to meet up for breakfast with the guys you're going to be working with that week, it's probably the best text you'll ever get. You start to visualize the steaming cup of joe and the bacon and eggs before you even get there. You imagine the stories about the weekend that your coworkers are going to share. You try to remember where in the building stage you left on Friday and try to plan for what needs to be done this week.
But this morning was different. Having spent the previous day hunched over a porcelain throne and putting my face in a place no face should ever be near, breakfast now sounded intimidating. What I can describe only as what felt like the feeling of death, my innards had been in a state of mutiny. My large intestine was now a bouncer and was telling everyone to get out.
Either way, I was going to breakfast.
After a more than delicious bacon and eggs it was time to hit the jobsite. The drive up this mountain side seemed a bit more curvy this morning, and with every curve the mutiny mounted. But, determined not to be a little girl, I stayed the course. Strapping the tool belt onto my midsection was, to say the least, catastrophic. The sounds that gurgled and burped out of my tender body would have made a farting hippo jealous. But, the tool belt was on.
Now it was time to actually work. On the agenda today was setting beams and joists for our floor. Normally, setting beams would test ones sphincter. Lifting 200 lb beams and moving them into place is not for the faint of heart. This was not a normal day. Setting the first beam was an adventure. I placed the beam on my shoulder and instantly started breathing like a musk ox in mating season. All I can say is that I am glad no one was working below me.
It was at this time that I gave in. I was done.
This is one of the many sacrifices I am willing to do for what I love. Framing isn't glamorous, it isn't for the faint of heart. It is always an adventure as long as you can see the story. It is not a job. It is a lifestyle. Working outside at the crack of dawn till sundown in all of the elements is as wonderful or as miserable as you make it. Framing has a story, I will tell it.