so about four weeks ago, as I was returning from my last foray to sacramento, my parents told me the bishop of their ward announced in church that a retrofitting project was about to be undertaken at the church building itself, and the company in charge of the project was looking for "one or two" bodies to help out with the project, NOT on a volunteer basis. NOW, I'll be honest, i am not IN ANY WAY construction worker. But I'd put on a bit of weight over the summer - and,hey, who couldn't use a couple extra bucks right ?? ALSO > I was really bored. really bored. no, i mean really bored. Kenny was with his mom getting ready for school to start. I had just blown through 4 interviews in Sacramento and was a bit discouraged. So this was something to do, besides, how often do you get a chance to go ballistic on a church with the consent of the congregation.. IT sounded like fun... so i signed up.
Day one was murder... 103 plus add 5 cause we were on top of the roof. The project manager told me 2 weeks later "we didn't think you'd make it through the first day, and we were sure you wouldn't come back the second" but i did.... I was really bored. and besides, how often do you get a chance to go ballistic on a church with the consent of the congregation ?
It's been a blast, i dropped about 20 pounds, got a really great tan, made some money, got out of the house everyday. got my sleep rhythym back, and.. got a chance to go ballistic on the church with the consent of the congregation.. WHAT more could you ask for.
actually, i got even more then that... i got TIME.. and time to think, to consider, to realize, but most time to heal and forgive, others as well as myself.
Yea sure, it's trite and kinda cliche, but it's true, and as I was ripping the ceiling tiles out of one of the classroooms today i realized.. not only did it give me a chance to work through some things mentally, it gave me a chance to work through some things physically, some anger, some resentment, some frustration. Swinging a hammer or slamming a high powered drill into a concrete sidewall is EXTREMELY therapeutic. And don't even get me started on the high powered air nail guns (cue HIGH NOON theme song)
NOW, there is no way in hell i would want to do this for a living, but I've got a couple more souveniers from what has turned out to be a totally amazing summer for me. Looking forward to spending some time with my lovely kids on the beach this weekend before i pack up and head back to sac for a month, for my son Kenny's birthday and what i hope will be a fruitful job search.
ohh, did i mention, I got to go ballistic on the church with the blessing of the congregation ????
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