Big Work for Small Dollars
... day of my life, the sun was beating down with no cloud in the sky. The only thing to keep air moving was a small box fan. Finally, at 12:00 the guy showed up to help me out a little bit. We quickly ate lunch and got to work. We finished sanding at 6:30, and I was drained. He told me to be back the next day at the same time. I went home and just thanked God for letting that day be finished. The next day I decided I would not be as early, so I showed up at 7:25. We were going to put on the primer, which I thought would be not bad at all. Everything was horrible because of the heat alone. Day two was nothing like day one for two reasons: I had some company, and I was not sanding. We rolled the primer on one room at a time, stopped for lunch, and got back to work. I repeatedly kept thinking to myself, “He must be paying me a lot for this;” that single thought is what kept me working. The day was finally done at a quarter to six. My face lit up when he told me that I did not have to go to work Wednesday, then I went home to relax. The only reason I got up at 12:45 Wednesday was because I was hungry. The rest of the day flew by, and before I knew it, the clock read 9:00. The next morning I thought extremely hard about calling in sick, but the money was still in my head. I went to work where the painting had started the previous day. I guess that day it was my turn to be by myself again, because he left to run some errands. I went to painting in the sweltering atmosphere of the house. That day he did not come back, and I finished the first coat of paint by myself at around 5:30. I called him on my way home to see if he wanted me to be back in the morning. He told me the best news… Friday would be my last day, and I would get paid. I smiled for the rest of the night. Morning came soon, and I was up and out of my house by 6:40. The white paint hit me when I walked into the house. That was the fir...