Is it too late to back out?
I'm sitting in the kitchen of the Demato household with two guys I've never met before. It's been an hour, check that an hour and a half. Where is he? Goddamit. Demato. Dammit. I've never been much of a small talker, I just don't like to do it. It's not that I can't talk about my job and the weather, I just don't like to do it. Thankfully, after an hour has passed, we sit down to watch a college football game with the dad. At least no more conversation needs to be pressed.
Apparently, Home Depot can't do anything right, which will become one of the themes of our trip. After loading the truck we are on our way, only three hours behind schedule. As we cruise onto I-55, I turn towards the one person that I know on our journey, and say, "um, don't we want I-57?". Turns out we've just added an extra couple of hourse onto our journey. Ah, crap. Oh well, get so sleep.
After a night of partying in Norleans, and waiting for the lost Louis and Demato for five hours, we are on our way to Mississippi, our destination. I might purport to be a blue collar type of guy, but I'm not. My workbelt is borrowed, I don't know how to drywall, I don't know how to roof, I don't know much of anything to be honest. The next seven days we worked harder then I'd ever worked. Every day we were drywalling, roofing, and busting our ass. Everyone looked out for each other, which I really liked. There was this guy Mike, who basically taught me everything I now know about drywall, and Louis and Chris walked me through roofing. I thought I would die the entire time I was on that roof by the way, it was crazy.
I'm going to keep this relatively short, I will just say that my life was truly altered for the better. I've always known that there were people out there like these guys, but never been around them. Hard working, fun, kind, giving, self sacrificing. If I could do it all again, I wish I'd kept a diary, because the memories in my brain are like brief flitting moments, temporary. I'll always take with me the smile on Mary Ellen's face though, as she hugged me goodby. - DAN MOSES
Apparently, Home Depot can't do anything right, which will become one of the themes of our trip. After loading the truck we are on our way, only three hours behind schedule. As we cruise onto I-55, I turn towards the one person that I know on our journey, and say, "um, don't we want I-57?". Turns out we've just added an extra couple of hourse onto our journey. Ah, crap. Oh well, get so sleep.
After a night of partying in Norleans, and waiting for the lost Louis and Demato for five hours, we are on our way to Mississippi, our destination. I might purport to be a blue collar type of guy, but I'm not. My workbelt is borrowed, I don't know how to drywall, I don't know how to roof, I don't know much of anything to be honest. The next seven days we worked harder then I'd ever worked. Every day we were drywalling, roofing, and busting our ass. Everyone looked out for each other, which I really liked. There was this guy Mike, who basically taught me everything I now know about drywall, and Louis and Chris walked me through roofing. I thought I would die the entire time I was on that roof by the way, it was crazy.
I'm going to keep this relatively short, I will just say that my life was truly altered for the better. I've always known that there were people out there like these guys, but never been around them. Hard working, fun, kind, giving, self sacrificing. If I could do it all again, I wish I'd kept a diary, because the memories in my brain are like brief flitting moments, temporary. I'll always take with me the smile on Mary Ellen's face though, as she hugged me goodby. - DAN MOSES
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