It is funny how one’s standards of living are lowered on the construction site.
The morning was chilly and we were just beginning what was sure to be a long day. 4 layers of wool and I am still cold. Maybe I should eat more donuts. Put on some fat. Assuming that that would be more effective than the wool.
Lenny surprises me by handing me a hot chocolate, his most recent obsession. I accept it gratefully and go back to work. “No Napkin?” I realize that Lenny is still standing next to me, staring at me quizzically. I also realize that he brought me a napkin and that he is offering it to me in his outstretched hand. Napkin? Isn’t that what my shirt is for? Granted, one month ago I was the one holding the napkins out to all the bewildered guys, much to everyone’s amusement. Now they’re lucky if I keep the bathroom stocked with toilet paper. Actually, a sawdust-free toilet is pretty exciting too.
Later in the afternoon I am on my 3rd coffee when I realize that I have been absentmindedly stirring my cup with a dirty pencil. Apparently out of stir sticks and clean utensils. Does the 3-second rule apply here? No matter….