Log 1: A Rude Awakening

I woke up at 6:30am this morning for the first time since… well, maybe for the first time ever. Usually, I wake up between 5 and 7 hours after that, so you can imagine it was not a pleasant experience. When I got up, my dad had already packed both of us lunch, so I made myself a quick coffee and we headed to the office. I’m not gonna lie, I felt pretty incompetent right off the bat. I don’t know the names of any of the different machines, I don’t have the training to use power tools, and I have no idea what we are building. I don’t even know anyone’s name. My uncle Graeme will tell me, “Go get Robbie!” and I’ll be like, “On it, boss!” And then I'm like, Wait, who the hell is Robbie?

It’s almost like everyone here is speaking a different language; a language of routers and sockets, sanders and drill bits. I don’t know if I can do this for 6 months. I hate to admit it, but just being on my feet for 8 hours in a day is taking a toll on me. I don’t know how some of these guys have been doing this every day for decades. I think I’m just more of a “sit down” kind of person.

In fact, as soon as I got to work, I automatically started looking around for a chair. Eventually, I discovered an old, semi-rusted, metal folding chair covered in dust. I was overjoyed. Although I meticulously cleaned the chair with the air gun and a rag, I ended up getting all of 10 minutes to sit in it all day. I don’t know if this is the palce for me. Overall, the day felt really long, and the only part I truly enjoyed was lunch.

Highlight: Lunch.