Another friend and another side gig. This time it's commercial painting. My wife and I bought a foreclosure for our first house and did all the interior painting ourselves. Ok, mostly me, but she helped. So I should be an expert, right? Boy was I in for a treat.
I pull up to the commercial building, it's a strip mall I've driven past a thousand times, never considering that I might be painting it one day, and this is what I see.
It may as well have been a life sized game of chutes and ladders, without the chutes. All interconnected with beams spanning ladder to ladder. Small, plank like beams that barely fit the length of your foot. And I am supposed to paint up there? I can handle roller coasters, high rise buildings, I even have the hopes of skydiving some day, but this is different. There is no safety net, no parachute, no glass protecting me, no lap belt strapping me in. You're up there to sway in the breeze and feel the beams bounce when your co-painters walk upon them.
This whole ladder contraption system goes around the whole entire building.
I didn't get a pic of the West side, but you can imagine it.
After about an hour of feeling like a worthless bum because I couldn't get over the heights, I told him to save his money and hire someone else. I appreciated the opportunity, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into. This job just isn't for me.
Have you ever had a job last all of about an hour? Or a day or week? Tell me about a job that just wasn't for you.