heh, off topic thread necro. I finally snagged one of the transports today, and they are scaled almost perfectly...
...and on the subject of working 12 hours a day, if anyone ever meanders through Rome, GA and notices a new Krispy Kreme doughnut shop, take a second (if you please) to appreciate the floor.
It's absolutely nothing special. Workaday 12x12 ceramic in Krispy Kreme's latest decor package; the only thing making it worth note is that me and my dad and I, sans other employees put the tile in that resteraunt (2200 sq.ft floor, about 1300 sq.ft walls and wainscot), in a day.
Well. Sort of. Prep work was a 9 hour day before, grout was a 10 hour day after.. but installing the tile was an 18.5 hour day in the middle, 7:00am to 2:30am. Didn't want to of course, but it was a "pull a paycheck in a blinding hurry" sort of situation. I have to hold with the theory that every hour after, say, 10 is giving you diminishing returns on accomplished work, and you pay for them exponentially afterwards.
At one time we owned four trucks and kept 15 guys (Dad and me included) scattered over various jobs, commercial and residential. Then 2008 happened and it suddenly slammed back to just me and him. Like going from running a construction company to running a handy man service.
At the time I had just gotten divorced and was attempting to rock being a single dad with an autistic two year old and a deaf one year old. (easy to win a custody "battle" when she doesn't fight... just signs papers and walks out. They've seen her twice since then. We wish her well and good riddance);
Built back up gradually, got to running a full crew doing commercial work again, did several cherry contracts with the Corp of Eng. and the NSA.
Then; end of '14 / beginning of 2015 we subcontracted for a single company and built five restaurants in quick succession over the course of five months...
...and got paid for two of them, then the construction company we were subbing for declared bankruptcy. Guy that owned the company wound up taking his brother/business partner to court for embezzlement..
Dad borrowed money to pay off the help then sent them on their way and he and I rolled up our sleeve and nosed the grindstone with residential work long and hard enough to pay off our material suppliers (hard to do commercial tile work when you can't buy tile cuz you're 60k in the hole with your supply house)
... my father's response to all of this was to chuckle and say "Lord will take care of us boy, just keep at it."
and through it all we never went without electricity or groceries or anything. Did more obscene hour days then I ever wanted to, but never did without.
I don't drink. Subsequently my 6 foot, 177 pound frame succumbs to alcohol rather abruptly when I do. I.e. two Mike's Harder lemonades and suddenly I'm blathering off my intimate life's history to a bunch of total strangers who are trying to politely discuss X-Wing instead.
I finally snagged me a Stormtrooper transport. Ship is actually neater looking thatn I gave it credit for. Interior sculpt and everything. Way off balance though, pitches forward on it's landing skids. Get pics soon
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