About to Hit the Wall
I had hoped that this summer we'd get a chance to slow down and take things a little easier. It ain't happenin'.
When we moved into our house nearly nine years ago, we knew that a re-roof was going to be needed before long. With different combinations of roofing sealant, tar and a Pabst beer can (no, I'm not kidding), I've managed to stop a few leaks here and there and stall for a lot longer than we really should have. We decided that this was going to be the summer that we were finally going to have it done. After taking bids from no less than 7 roofing companies, we decided that every roofer in town must have be supporting incredibly expensive cocaine or Faberge egg habits. We resigned ourselves to the fact that we would have to do it ourselves.
Last week was the week, and I put in for 3 days' vacation. It was a disaster from the get-go. Hot temperatures, friends cancelling out on us, our dumpster arrived a day late...and then, Friday. Friday, I got a call from work. The FDA arrived that morning to do an inspection. This is usually a large part of my job, dealing with inspections and making sure regulations are being followed. I told my boss that I was simply unable to come in to work because my house had no roof on it at the time. At all. She flipped her lid. I ended up having to go in to work on Friday to talk to the inspector. My production counterpart at work had been to our house Thursday to help us with the roof, and had already explained my situation to the inspector. She agreed to arrange her schedule so that I could deal with her on Monday. That was a huge relief, and my boss seemed to cool off a bit when I told her what was arranged.
As it happens, we eventually got the roof done. The inspection finished up yesterday. The auditor had nothing but praise for us and our staff, and left without one single bad finding. Not too shabby.
After having spent four 12+ hour days on the roof, sweating my brains out, then a 13.5 hour workday yesterday, I am beat. I have so much catch-up work to do that it isn't even funny, and I'm so exhausted I can't think clearly. Wheeeee!
When we moved into our house nearly nine years ago, we knew that a re-roof was going to be needed before long. With different combinations of roofing sealant, tar and a Pabst beer can (no, I'm not kidding), I've managed to stop a few leaks here and there and stall for a lot longer than we really should have. We decided that this was going to be the summer that we were finally going to have it done. After taking bids from no less than 7 roofing companies, we decided that every roofer in town must have be supporting incredibly expensive cocaine or Faberge egg habits. We resigned ourselves to the fact that we would have to do it ourselves.
Last week was the week, and I put in for 3 days' vacation. It was a disaster from the get-go. Hot temperatures, friends cancelling out on us, our dumpster arrived a day late...and then, Friday. Friday, I got a call from work. The FDA arrived that morning to do an inspection. This is usually a large part of my job, dealing with inspections and making sure regulations are being followed. I told my boss that I was simply unable to come in to work because my house had no roof on it at the time. At all. She flipped her lid. I ended up having to go in to work on Friday to talk to the inspector. My production counterpart at work had been to our house Thursday to help us with the roof, and had already explained my situation to the inspector. She agreed to arrange her schedule so that I could deal with her on Monday. That was a huge relief, and my boss seemed to cool off a bit when I told her what was arranged.
As it happens, we eventually got the roof done. The inspection finished up yesterday. The auditor had nothing but praise for us and our staff, and left without one single bad finding. Not too shabby.
After having spent four 12+ hour days on the roof, sweating my brains out, then a 13.5 hour workday yesterday, I am beat. I have so much catch-up work to do that it isn't even funny, and I'm so exhausted I can't think clearly. Wheeeee!
posted by ptooey at
9:06 AM
4 Comments:
New roof AND excellent word at work! Woo effen hoo!
Now you need a vacation.
By
bhd, at Tue Jun 26, 11:05:00 AM
what she said! pabst and a hammock for you!
By
Mermaid Melanie, at Tue Jun 26, 08:02:00 PM
I bet you'd have done even better if you had given the FDA inspector a Pabst. ;)
Nice job!
By
Beanie, at Tue Jun 26, 08:36:00 PM
Yup, I'm pretty jazzed about the way the inspection went, but for every vacation day I take, I just have that much more work to do. I think I'll get caught up before I think about any more days off.
Though, a beer doesn't sound half bad...
By
ptooey, at Wed Jun 27, 08:01:00 AM
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