Has this been the fastest week ever?
One project on the Upper East Side is wrapping up. The contractor is working furiously so the client can move in before Thanksgiving. Fifteen guys are in the apartment, staining floors, painting walls and installing tile.
One guy perches on a ladder skim coating a hallway. He has to climb down every time someone walks by, so the walls aren't damaged by equipment or the stray brush of a hand. It is mayhem.
In the end, it will turn out fine. Little oversights and mistakes pop up, things overlooked in the process. I've been having work nightmares, because of it. One dream involved me in a dingy room crammed with furniture, and it was my job to somehow make it look good.
When I encounter a mistake, I usually ask myself: 'Did anyone die?' Answer to that has so far been 'no'. Then I tell myself that I'll never make that particular mistake again, and carry on.
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